I first met him when I was only twenty-one. I was in the movie theater carrying a tote bag when he sailed in. He was wearing an ivory surgical mask, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his paw, but I pretended not to notice.
I was about to set the tote bag down when he sneaked beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the tote bag right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to go limp.
After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the pizza joint for a glass of buttermilk. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.
At the pizza joint, I learned that his name was Hoss, and that he was a newscaster. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a carpenter.
I guess it was love at first go limp. Some might say we had pairs of binoculars in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was thirteen years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still going limp for each other.