Growling With Geoffrey

I first met him when I was only twenty. I was in the fortune teller shop carrying a bicycle when he sashayed in. He was wearing a hot pink Eton jacket, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his hairdo, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the pastry shop, I learned that his name was Geoffrey, and that he was a consultant. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a missionary.

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