The Blue Marble

As soon as I saw the cobalt blue shooter in his hand, I knew it was for me. But Jethro didn't give me the marble. I wasn't disappointed, because the happy day and meeting him had been gift enough. Instead, we exchanged contact information, hugged several times, and promised to keep in touch. As I drove away, I saw him in my rear view mirror waving wildly. It seemed to me as if he were saying, "You go girl!" with his arms. A minute later, I received a text message from him. I had misunderstood his arms, and laughed again...