Burping With Buster

I first met him when I was only twenty-three. I was in the train depot carrying a towel when he slunk in. He was wearing a green sweatshirt, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his throat, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the office supply store, I learned that his name was Buster, and that he was a yoga instructor. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a magician.

I guess it was love at first burp. Some might say we had computers 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 burping for each other.