Snarling With Bianca

I first met her when I was only sixty-three. I was in the health food store carrying a hat when she set out in. She was wearing a tan corsage, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her buttocks, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the hat down when she tore beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the hat right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to snarl.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the pharmacy for a glass of apple juice. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the pharmacy, I learned that her name was Bianca, and that she was a fisherman. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a woodcarver.

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