Barfing With Tori

I first met her when I was only eighteen. I was in the newsstand carrying a toilet seat when she tramped in. She was wearing a sparkly maxi skirt, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her eyelid, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the office supply store for a grape soda. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the office supply store, I learned that her name was Tori, and that she was a factory worker. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an infantryman.

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