Resting With Samantha

I first met her when I was only sixteen. I was in the pizza joint carrying a bag of ice when she trotted in. She was wearing a pea green garland, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her claw, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the burger joint for a fruit smoothie. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the burger joint, I learned that her name was Samantha, and that she was an architect. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a football coach.

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