Whirling With Marv

I first met him when I was only fifty-six. I was in the drug store carrying a paintbrush when he darted in. He was wearing an aqua wet suit, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his waist, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the saloon, I learned that his name was Marv, and that he was a road worker. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a tattoo artist.

I guess it was love at first whirl. Some might say we had brooms in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was five years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still whirling for each other.