Yelling With Darin

I first met him when I was only twenty-one. I was in the insurance agency carrying a yo-yo when he lurched in. He was wearing an emerald green false moustache, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his tummy, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the fortune teller shop for a cup of coffee. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the fortune teller shop, I learned that his name was Darin, and that he was a baker. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a physical therapist.

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