Snuffling With Natalie

I first met her when I was only fifty-two. I was in the electronics store carrying a candy cane when she bolted in. She was wearing a crimson pair of boxer shorts, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her femur, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the travel agency, I learned that her name was Natalie, and that she was a horse trainer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a violinist.

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