Peeping With Dusty

I first met her when I was only fifty-four. I was in the craft store carrying a necklace when she slid in. She was wearing a turquoise business suit, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her aorta, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the gym, I learned that her name was Dusty, and that she was a diver. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a stamp collector.

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