Snarling With Bonnie

I first met her when I was only fifty-seven. I was in the music store carrying a vase when she made a beeline in. She was wearing a metallic red smartwatch, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her finger, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the brewery, I learned that her name was Bonnie, and that she was a scientist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a novelist.

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