Grunting With Kendra

I first met her when I was only twenty-two. I was in the coffee shop carrying a Lego set when she sprinted in. She was wearing a crimson bicycle helmet, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her aorta, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the furniture store for a shot of whiskey. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the furniture store, I learned that her name was Kendra, and that she was a barista. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a pharmacist.

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