Coming To With Denise

I first met her when I was only fifty-nine. I was in the tattoo parlor carrying a Helmholz resonator when she paraded in. She was wearing a teal set of camo fatigues, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her buttocks, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the Helmholz resonator down when she rolled beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the Helmholz resonator right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to come to.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the storage unit for a cappuccino. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the storage unit, I learned that her name was Denise, and that she was a park ranger. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a photographer.

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