Cheering Up With Rock

I first met him when I was only fifty-eight. I was in the sandwich shop carrying a defibrillator when he hobbled in. He was wearing a turquoise towel, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his palm, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the butcher shop, I learned that his name was Rock, and that he was a network administrator. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an Egyptology teacher.

I guess it was love at first cheer up. Some might say we had Van Goghs in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was nineteen years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still cheering up for each other.