Coming Along With Ace

I first met him when I was only sixty-nine. I was in the perfumery carrying a cell phone when he skittered in. He was wearing a fuchsia pair of sandals, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his gut, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the antique store, I learned that his name was Ace, and that he was a music teacher. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a fireman.

I guess it was love at first come along. Some might say we had blank checks 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 coming along for each other.