Panting With Kim

I first met him when I was only thirty-two. I was in the pharmacy carrying a necklace when he ambled in. He was wearing a sea green baseball cap, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his lip, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the brewery for a cup of coffee. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the brewery, I learned that his name was Kim, and that he was a scoutmaster. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a composer.

I guess it was love at first pant. Some might say we had fishing rods in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was sixteen years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still panting for each other.