I first met him when I was only thirty-three. I was in the pub carrying a bucket when he barrelled in. He was wearing a forest green pair of dentures, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his belly button, but I pretended not to notice.
I was about to set the bucket down when he skidded beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the bucket right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to play solitaire.
After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the Starbucks for a grape soda. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.
At the Starbucks, I learned that his name was Freddie, and that he was a harpist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a dog walker.
I guess it was love at first play solitaire. Some might say we had Flutophones in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was ten years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still playing solitaire for each other.