Wiggling With Carl

I first met him when I was only forty-eight. I was in the drug store carrying a lollipop when he skittered in. He was wearing a black pair of sweatpants, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his buttocks, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the grocery store, I learned that his name was Carl, and that he was a molecular biologist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a dry cleaner operator.

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