Fidgeting With Iggy

I first met her when I was only twenty-three. I was in the bank carrying a picture when she reeled in. She was wearing a chartreuse tunic, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her skull, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the picture down when she clambered beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the picture right by her 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, I asked her to go to the ad agency for a cup of hot chocolate. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the ad agency, I learned that her name was Iggy, and that she was a neurologist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a surgeon.

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