Blowing Up With Cory

I first met him when I was only sixty-five. I was in the bank carrying a saddle when he dove in. He was wearing a burgundy bathrobe, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his hip, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the movie theater, I learned that his name was Cory, and that he was an undertaker. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a choir director.

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