Adjusting With Paco

I first met him when I was only twenty-nine. I was in the newsstand carrying a flyswatter when he padded in. He was wearing a camouflage tarboosh, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his heel, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the bank, I learned that his name was Paco, and that he was a waiter. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a singer.

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