Dancing With Dillon

I first met him when I was only thirty-four. I was in the liquor store carrying a chair when he straggled in. He was wearing a polka dotted Panama hat, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his scalp, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the pastry shop for a Bloody Mary. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the pastry shop, I learned that his name was Dillon, and that he was a flight attendant. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a tax collector.

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