Lying Down With Morris

I first met him when I was only forty-five. I was in the gym carrying a pigeon when he zipped in. He was wearing a white coat, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his pinky, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the used car lot, I learned that his name was Morris, and that he was a musician. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an artist.

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