Fidgeting With Mark

I first met him when I was only eighteen. I was in the dry cleaner carrying a hammer when he careened in. He was wearing a periwinkle turtleneck, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his artery, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the mortuary, I learned that his name was Mark, and that he was a gastroenterologist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a stenographer.

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