I first met her when I was only sixty-six. I was in the library carrying a bass recorder when she ambled in. She was wearing a rose big red rose, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her cheek, but I pretended not to notice.
I was about to set the bass recorder down when she stormed beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the bass recorder right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to jiggle.
After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the drug store for a Coke. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.
At the drug store, I learned that her name was Debbie, and that she was a bureaucrat. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a writer.
I guess it was love at first jiggle. Some might say we had cans of sardines in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was fourteen years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still jiggling for each other.