Creeping With Will

I first met him when I was only thirty-five. I was in the jewelry store carrying a telephone when he scurried in. He was wearing a pink pair of briefs, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his toupee, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the office supply store for an ice cream soda. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the office supply store, I learned that his name was Will, and that he was a fisherman. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a mediator.

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