I first met him when I was only fifty-nine. I was in the flower shop carrying a remote control when he sauntered in. He was wearing a camouflage pair of Bermuda shorts, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his hair, but I pretended not to notice. I was about to set the remote control down when he sidled beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the remote control right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to breathe.
After an awkward apology, he asked me to go to the butcher shop for a shot of tequila. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.
At the butcher shop, I learned that his name was Seth, and that he was a television newscaster. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a short order cook.
I guess it was love at first breathe. Some might say we had cans of beer in our eyes, but we thought we were perfect for each other. He was twelve years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still breathing for each other.