Turning Blue With Clara

I first met her when I was only twenty-four. I was in the Starbucks carrying a paper towel when she zipped in. She was wearing a yellow toupee, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her thigh, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the ice cream parlor, I learned that her name was Clara, and that she was a diver. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a house spouse.

I guess it was love at first turn blue. Some might say we had pain pills in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was two years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still turning blue for each other.