The Shape of Things

My wife and I had been dating a few months when we were invited to Mom’s for dinner. Since we lived in Arcata and Mom in Fortuna, we had to drive through the city to get there.

As I pulled to a stop at the traffic light near the Humboldt County jail, I saw a young woman step off the side-walk on my left side. One of the first things I noticed about her was how skinny her waist was, followed by how large her breasts were and finally how cute she appeared in the face.

I’m a dog — I admit as much.

My eyes followed her from the side-walk on my left side to the side-walk on my right side. That’s when I suddenly noticed I was looking my future wife dead in the eyes.

Her reaction surprised me. She slugged me dead-center in the chest so hard that it knocked the wind out of me and left a bruise to boot on my sternum.

I had it coming.

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