Going Limp With Susanne

I first met her when I was only fifty-seven. I was in the brewery carrying a coat check ticket when she strode in. She was wearing a teal bolo tie, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her intestine, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the fabric store, I learned that her name was Susanne, and that she was a car salesman. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a roofer.

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