I first met her when I was only fifty-one. I was in the psychic reading business carrying a dollhouse when she straggled in. She was wearing a magenta pair of earrings, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her eyelash, but I pretended not to notice.
I was about to set the dollhouse down when she straggled beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the dollhouse right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to swear.
After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the opera house for a dose of cod liver oil. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.
At the opera house, I learned that her name was Debbie, and that she was an emergency medical technician. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a talk-show host.
I guess it was love at first swear. Some might say we had file folders in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was four years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still swearing for each other.