Crouching With Jürgen

I first met him when I was only thirty-six. I was in the fabric store carrying an avocado when he sailed in. He was wearing a black cap, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his Achilles tendon, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the newsstand, I learned that his name was Jürgen, and that he was a mayor. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a home executive.

I guess it was love at first crouch. Some might say we had elephant tusks in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was eleven years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still crouching for each other.