I first met her when I was only twelve. I was in the mortuary carrying a tablet computer when she skittered in. She was wearing a pink bolo tie, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her kidney, but I pretended not to notice.
I was about to set the tablet computer down when she waltzed beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the tablet computer right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to shrug.
After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the movie theater for a glass of fruit punch. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.
At the movie theater, I learned that her name was Sharon, and that she was a tennis player. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a bank teller.
I guess it was love at first shrug. Some might say we had bilge pumps in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was sixteen years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still shrugging for each other.