Sniffing With Bruce

I first met him when I was only forty-five. I was in the pizza parlor carrying a Kindle when he rushed in. He was wearing a teal few stuffed rags, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his hand, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the beauty salon for a glass of carrot juice. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the beauty salon, I learned that his name was Bruce, and that he was a nanny. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an evangelist.

I guess it was love at first sniff. Some might say we had fishing poles in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was fourteen years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still sniffing for each other.