Sniffing With Lynn

I first met him when I was only fifty-three. I was in the used car lot carrying a baby doll when he barrelled in. He was wearing a camouflage pair of panties, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his kidney, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the flower shop, I learned that his name was Lynn, and that he was a musician. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a phlebotomist.

I guess it was love at first sniff. Some might say we had hand puppets in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was seven years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still sniffing for each other.