Swooning With Nora

I first met her when I was only forty-seven. I was in the Starbucks carrying a hat when she zoomed in. She was wearing a peach sport coat, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her brain, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the dry cleaner, I learned that her name was Nora, and that she was a secretary. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a fruit picker.

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