Bouncing With Dorian

I first met him when I was only forty-three. I was in the pizza joint carrying a bilge pump when he blundered in. He was wearing a turquoise blanket, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his eye, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the bar, I learned that his name was Dorian, and that he was a weatherman. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a convenience store clerk.

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