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Drooling With Casey

I first met him when I was only fifteen. I was in the furniture store carrying a lollipop when he reeled in. He was wearing a mauve stovepipe hat, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his gut, but I pretended not to notice.


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

After an awkward apology, he asked me to go to the fabric store for a Pepto Bismol. I 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 his name was Casey, and that he was a builder. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a meteorologist.

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