Dithering With Ruby

I first met her when I was only forty-seven. I was in the fabric store carrying a mop when she proceeded in. She was wearing a beige tool belt, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her intestine, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the bar, I learned that her name was Ruby, and that she was a doctor. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a communist.

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