Itching With Tyler

I first met him when I was only fifteen. I was in the pizza parlor carrying a teapot when he cantered in. He was wearing a fuchsia coonskin hat, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his mouth, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the burger joint, I learned that his name was Tyler, and that he was an orchestra conductor. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an exterminator.

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