Sniffling With Ursula

I first met her when I was only fifty. I was in the bar carrying a pencil when she tore in. She was wearing a burgundy swimsuit, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her waist, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the gym 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 gym, I learned that her name was Ursula, and that she was an aeronautical engineer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a bassoonist.

I guess it was love at first sniffle. Some might say we had baseball bats in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was fifteen years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still sniffling for each other.