I met my sweetheart when I was 18 and he was 37. I drove my brothers' 71 Monte Carlo into a ditch where future hubby worked. I had forgotten about that meeting until he and I started flirting with each other many years later. He was 55 and I was 36. We married pretty quickly, after dating about 3 months. He asked me to move in with him, and I told him no, that I was worth more than that. We married 10 days later. It hasn't been all sunshine, puppies, and daffodills, but 14 years later, he is still my boyfriend and the one I need to hurry home to tell what has happened today. Or my protector. I had brain surgery December a year ago, and he has been the most loving, compassionate, hero of a man that I could have imagined. If we had gotten together when we were younger, we would have been too young and headstrong to have made it. But when you get older, you understand what a helpmate is.