Fidgeting With Abel

I first met him when I was only twenty-four. I was in the fortune teller shop carrying a pacifier when he skittered in. He was wearing a peach pair of Crocs, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his forehead, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the bus station for a Cuba libre. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the bus station, I learned that his name was Abel, and that he was an air traffic controller. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a colonel.

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