Cheering Up With Wayne

I first met him when I was only fifteen. I was in the travel agency carrying a shoe when he bounded in. He was wearing a beige parka, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his chest, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the grocery store for an Irish Coffee. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the grocery store, I learned that his name was Wayne, and that he was a set designer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a millionaire.

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