I first met her when I was only sixty-five. I was in the opera house carrying a hood when she slid in. She was wearing a crimson Hawaiian shirt, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her ankle, but I pretended not to notice.
I was about to set the hood down when she staggered beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the hood right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to inhale.
After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the drug store for a Tom Collins. 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 Sharon, and that she was a physician. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a bullfighter.
I guess it was love at first inhale. Some might say we had paper towels in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was eleven years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still inhaling for each other.