Purring With Giovanni

I first met him when I was only thirty-eight. I was in the nail salon carrying a baton when he sallied forth in. He was wearing a blue cowboy hat, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his palm, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the barbershop, I learned that his name was Giovanni, and that he was a weatherman. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a stenographer.

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