Jerking With Danielle

I first met her when I was only sixty-seven. I was in the malt shop carrying a crystal ball when she lurched in. She was wearing a silver Superman costume, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her face, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the beauty salon, I learned that her name was Danielle, and that she was a mason. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a factory worker.

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