Wiggling With Marya

I first met her when I was only forty-seven. I was in the antique store carrying a stick when she dove in. She was wearing a pink necklace, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her heart, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the opera house, I learned that her name was Marya, and that she was an artist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a pharmacist.

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