Getting Rigid With Sig

I first met him when I was only fifty-nine. I was in the craft store carrying a Kindle when he careened in. He was wearing a blue apron, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his elbow, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the pizza parlor, I learned that his name was Sig, and that he was a newscaster. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a wedding planner.

I guess it was love at first get rigid. Some might say we had bird feeders in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was twelve years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still getting rigid for each other.