A Life Story —

in 97 words…

You winked at me over Monday Night Football. I smiled and drank stale beer. You courted me with roses and chocolates. I vowed forever. You hated the Ramen I kept on the table. You ate it anyway. Graduation and promotions. We moved to the suburbs. I forgot what your face looked like. You joined the country club. I learned how to play tennis. You hired another new secretary. I followed you to that motel. You used that degree to court me again. Nowadays I smile when I drive your Mercedes. And drink stale beer on Monday nights.