Sniffling With Connie

I first met her when I was only fifty-one. I was in the deli carrying a notebook when she sashayed in. She was wearing a magenta pair of trousers, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her back, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the notebook down when she tiptoed beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the notebook right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to sniffle.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the insurance agency for a Tom Collins. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the insurance agency, I learned that her name was Connie, and that she was a gambler. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a watchmaker.

I guess it was love at first sniffle. Some might say we had teddy bears in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was seventeen years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still sniffling for each other.