Hiccuping With Seth

I first met him when I was only forty-one. I was in the library carrying a file folder when he danced in. He was wearing a silver dress, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his throat, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the coffee shop, I learned that his name was Seth, and that he was a butler. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a stockbroker.

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