Gesticulating With Jennifer

I first met her when I was only sixty-eight. I was in the jewelry store carrying an avocado when she lurched in. She was wearing a magenta necklace, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her back, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the barbershop, I learned that her name was Jennifer, and that she was a curmudgeon. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a system administrator.

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