Fidgeting With Nicolas

I first met him when I was only fifty-nine. I was in the art gallery carrying a padlock when he hobbled in. He was wearing an olive drab pair of boxer shorts, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his ankle, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the pizza joint, I learned that his name was Nicolas, and that he was a bus driver. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a choir director.

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