Fidgeting With Deirdre

I first met her when I was only fifty-five. I was in the barbershop carrying a diary when she skittered in. She was wearing a forest green gown, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her hoof, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the diary down when she sprinted beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the diary right by her 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, I asked her to go to the coffee shop for a Sangría. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the coffee shop, I learned that her name was Deirdre, and that she was an usher. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a ballroom dancer.

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