Raising An Eyebrow With Abigail

I first met her when I was only fifty-four. I was in the souvenir shop carrying a pair of knitting needles when she breezed in. She was wearing a sparkly pair of earrings, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her calf, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the pair of knitting needles down when she leapt beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the pair of knitting needles right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to raise an eyebrow.

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

At the grocery store, I learned that her name was Abigail, and that she was a dentist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a photographer.

I guess it was love at first raise an eyebrow. Some might say we had pairs of headphones in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was fourteen years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still raising an eyebrow for each other.