I tell my friends I met you at a bookshop, you were inquiring after an ISBN.
I was listening in the next aisle over and offered (wink wink) to be your ...

naughty librarian.

They ask us in droves, as we’re holding hands, “Where did it all begin?”
We share a grin before confessing in unison,
“We were short on cash and met collecting cans out of a recycling bin.”

The stories get sillier as the questions persist:
"We met at the pinnacle of Mt. Everest!
She was working at an ice cream shop and I was ordering a vanilla cone for my rescue goats,
Abby and Ernest."

We met in a shower stall and attended a community event.
We met at a gun shop and snuck into a state park with our homemade tent.
We met picking apples on a fall day and then re-enacted Adam and Eve ....
the whole carnal event!!
A gay pride parade, a triathalon,
a cruise of the Bahamas, skinny dipping at dawn,
a broadway show, an airplane ride,
dropping our mail or reading the tabloids in the check-out line.

No one’s amused but they continue to snoop.
They walk away as we settle quietly in ...

back to the place where it all began,
an internet café and a loitering stoop.