Falling Asleep With Pallavi

I first met her when I was only seventeen. I was in the opera house carrying a purse when she jogged in. She was wearing an olive drab pair of khakis, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her waist, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the brewery, I learned that her name was Pallavi, and that she was a set designer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a judge.

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