Coming Back With Bella

I first met her when I was only sixty-three. I was in the bar carrying a curling iron when she crawled in. She was wearing a brown beanie, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her piehole, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the supermarket, I learned that her name was Bella, and that she was a typing teacher. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a weatherman.

I guess it was love at first come back. Some might say we had batteries in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was twelve years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still coming back for each other.