I first met him when I was only fifty-four. I was in the cigar store carrying a curling iron when he rushed in. He was wearing a striped dress, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his beard, but I pretended not to notice.
I was about to set the curling iron down when he sailed beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the curling iron right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to freeze.
After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the dry cleaner for a secret potion. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.
At the dry cleaner, I learned that his name was Octavio, and that he was a government agent. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a factory worker.
I guess it was love at first freeze. Some might say we had pails in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was nine years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still freezing for each other.