I first met her when I was only sixty. I was in the coffee shop carrying a bottle of painkillers when she set out in. She was wearing a mauve apron, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her Adam's apple, but I pretended not to notice.
I was about to set the bottle of painkillers down when she slithered beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the bottle of painkillers right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to lounge.
After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the jewelry store for a Bloody Mary. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.
At the jewelry store, I learned that her name was Marilyn, and that she was a guitar player. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a meat inspector.
I guess it was love at first lounge. Some might say we had saws in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was five years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still lounging for each other.