Quivering With Adrian

I first met him when I was only fifty. I was in the sandwich shop carrying an ingot of plutonium when he blundered in. He was wearing an amber set of dentures, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his hip, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the ad agency 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 ad agency, I learned that his name was Adrian, and that he was a talk-show host. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a comedian.

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