My Potato in Watson (Part One)

I fell in love with a potato named Rourke in Watson, Idaho last summer.

Rourke and I met at a cliche, dusty roadside diner while i was on a road trip to Mount Rushmore. He was enjoying lunch (iceberg salad with french dressing) at the counter when i walked in seeking a cold beverage to cool me down from the 100 degree heat outside.

I sat next to him and he asked me if I liked fly-fishing. We got to talking and the next thing I knew the sun was setting and the restaurant was empty.

We both felt it...the chemistry, the connection.

I picked him up and we walked out to my car. We both knew we were going separate ways and that what we just shared was all that we were meant to be, but i knew I was in love with him.

I stared into his eyes (all twenty-three of them) and then we kissed. I set him back down on the ground and he walked off, continuing on his journey of self exploration. My darling potato, Rourke.