Kneeling With Jessi

I first met her when I was only thirty-eight. I was in the sandwich shop carrying a muffin when she dove in. She was wearing a rose helmet, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her chest, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the storage unit, I learned that her name was Jessi, and that she was a civil engineer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a stenographer.

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