Primping With Sven

I first met him when I was only nineteen. I was in the travel agency carrying a bag of potato chips when he swung in. He was wearing an aqua feather boa, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his head, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the candy store, I learned that his name was Sven, and that he was a private investigator. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a referee.

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