Relaxing With Dakota

I first met him when I was only sixty-nine. I was in the mortuary carrying a magnet when he tumbled in. He was wearing a khaki bib, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his face, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the insurance agency, I learned that his name was Dakota, and that he was a real estate agent. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a lecturer.

I guess it was love at first relax. Some might say we had egg shells in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was nine years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still relaxing for each other.