I first met him when I was only twenty-six. I was in the convenience store carrying a horseshoe when he jumped in. He was wearing a turquoise bridal gown, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his little finger, but I pretended not to notice.
I was about to set the horseshoe down when he blundered beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the horseshoe right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to come back.
After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the art museum for a Mai Tai. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.
At the art museum, I learned that his name was Arnie, and that he was a geologist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an invalid.
I guess it was love at first come back. Some might say we had candy canes in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was nine years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still coming back for each other.