I first met her when I was only sixty-two. I was in the bakery carrying a tube of toothpaste when she swung in. She was wearing a white girdle, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her hangnail, but I pretended not to notice.
I was about to set the tube of toothpaste down when she marched beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the tube of toothpaste right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to pace.
After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the psychic reading business for a martini. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.
At the psychic reading business, I learned that her name was Teresa, and that she was a nun. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a veterinarian.
I guess it was love at first pace. Some might say we had pairs of binoculars in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was three years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still pacing for each other.