Giggling With Nathan

I first met him when I was only twenty-nine. I was in the haberdashery carrying a salt shaker when he strolled in. He was wearing a pea green pair of boxing gloves, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his thigh, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the bar, I learned that his name was Nathan, and that he was a drummer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a dance instructor.

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