In 1979, I was in my senior year of college and working part-time in the mens' department of a Dillards Dept Store in Texas. A stunningly beautiful young woman came in looking for a birthday present for her father. My coworker and friend, Dave, immediately headed for her. I put my hand on his shoulder and told him that if he didn't stop I'd punch him in the . . . a bad place. I decided to tackle this sale. She had shoulder-length wavy auburn hair and was one of the prettiest women I'd ever seen. I sold her a pair of leather slippers for her Dad and we've been married now for 31 years. She's more beautiful today than ever.