Flinching With Siggy

I first met him when I was only thirty-seven. I was in the brewery carrying a brochure when he capered in. He was wearing a lavender romper, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his antenna, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the nail salon, I learned that his name was Siggy, and that he was a programmer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a maid.

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