Going Limp With Marvella

I first met her when I was only fifteen. I was in the health food store carrying a basketball when she skidded in. She was wearing a navy blue flak jacket, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her paw, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the sandwich shop for a bottle of Gatorade. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the sandwich shop, I learned that her name was Marvella, and that she was a baseball player. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a woodcarver.

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