Jerking With Don

I first met him when I was only twenty-five. I was in the police station carrying a teacup when he cantered in. He was wearing a blue pair of booties, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his antenna, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the gym, I learned that his name was Don, and that he was a fortune teller. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an illustrator.

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