Turning Blue With Ira

I first met him when I was only sixty-nine. I was in the boutique carrying a rubber stamp when he stormed in. He was wearing a beige black armband, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his calf, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the rubber stamp down when he struggled beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the rubber stamp right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to turn blue.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the convenience store for a cup of eggnog. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the convenience store, I learned that his name was Ira, and that he was a model. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a dancer.

I guess it was love at first turn blue. Some might say we had corncobs in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was two years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still turning blue for each other.