Sally and I met back in ’04, when the bank I worked at was being robbed and she came to our rescue. She fried the robbers just enough to render them immobile until the cops arrived, and then she reached out a hand to help me out from under my desk.
Sure, that shock I felt when our hands met might have been residual charge, but I knew then that I had to see her again.
It took me six dates to earn her real name. We married in ’09. Even now, when we kiss, I feel that familiar spark.
Author’s Note: I wonder if Sally has to deal with static shocks in the winter like the rest of us do. You think dryer sheets do anything for her?