Yelping With Dax

I first met him when I was only fifty-eight. I was in the restaurant carrying a stapler when he slumped in. He was wearing a brilliant orange pair of khakis, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his chin, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the furniture store, I learned that his name was Dax, and that he was a marine biologist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a designer.

I guess it was love at first yelp. Some might say we had fishing rods in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was three years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still yelping for each other.