Quivering With Kimberly

I first met her when I was only fifty-nine. I was in the café carrying an artificial flower when she zoomed in. She was wearing a forest green toupee, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her bladder, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the artificial flower down when she flew beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the artificial flower right by her 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, I asked her to go to the pharmacy for a Mountain Dew. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the pharmacy, I learned that her name was Kimberly, and that she was a gardener. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a diplomat.

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