Thinking With Chelsea

I first met her when I was only sixty-seven. I was in the auto repair shop carrying a blank check when she strode in. She was wearing a crimson fedora, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her antenna, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the Starbucks for an ice cream soda. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the Starbucks, I learned that her name was Chelsea, and that she was a proofreader. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a dog walker.

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