Belching With Dale

I first met him when I was only fifteen. I was in the butcher shop carrying an orchid when he padded in. He was wearing a sparkly bathrobe, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his knuckle, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the orchid down when he tiptoed 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 belch.

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

At the movie theater, I learned that his name was Dale, and that he was an engineer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a manicurist.

I guess it was love at first belch. Some might say we had maps 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 belching for each other.