Catching Up With Nick

I first met him when I was only thirty-three. I was in the restaurant carrying an orchid when he set out in. He was wearing a pink tank top, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his earlobe, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the video arcade, I learned that his name was Nick, and that he was a dry cleaner operator. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a draftsman.

I guess it was love at first catch up. Some might say we had sticks of gum in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was eleven years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still catching up for each other.