I first met her when I was only twenty-one. I was in the bakery carrying a stopwatch when she dashed in. She was wearing a pink dress, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her eyelid, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the stopwatch down when she careened beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the stopwatch right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to back down.
After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the office supply store for a Harvey Wallbanger. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.
At the office supply store, I learned that her name was Sharon, and that she was a helicopter pilot. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a surveyor.
I guess it was love at first back down. Some might say we had cigarette lighters in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was five years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still backing down for each other.