Relaxing With Penelope

I first met her when I was only sixty. I was in the art museum carrying a soccer ball when she stalked in. She was wearing a crimson corsage, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her little toe, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the art gallery, I learned that her name was Penelope, and that she was a hair stylist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a detective.

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