Glaring With Thomas

I first met him when I was only thirty. I was in the café carrying a fishing pole when he reeled in. He was wearing a white space suit, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his belly button, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the popcorn shop for a V8. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the popcorn shop, I learned that his name was Thomas, and that he was a high school teacher. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a monk.

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