Wandering With Candi

I first met her when I was only fifty-three. I was in the travel agency carrying a diary when she scooted in. She was wearing a chocolate brown pair of overalls, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her knee, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the clothing store, I learned that her name was Candi, and that she was a stamp collector. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a drug dealer.

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