I used to pop her breakers, yank her fuses, and check her shorts.
Oh! You wanted details?! Heh!
In the bad 'ol days, Intaglio and I served aboard the same submarine tender. I noticed her immediately when she checked aboard. First of all, she worked out a shop just a few frames aft of mine on the same deck, and second, she was impossibly cute - Not classically beautiful (though she’s very easy on the eyes!), but simply cute beyond words. Pert, chipper, happy, sweet, friendly, and all the rest. I was in a relationship at the time, as was she, but she had to pull periodic maintenance on her equipment, and some of the breakers were directly above my desk. So we talked whenever she had maintenace to do. It was kinda hard not to talk to her - She was climbing all over my desk! Being conveniently available, she’d have me yank the energised fuses, located in other compartments, to some of her other equipment. She’d get me to second-check safety tags for her, and check to ensure the equpment was really and truly de-energised, as well.
After a while, both of our relationships ended, but it never occured to me to actually ask her out - I was pretty busy and had a number of casual female friends that met my social need for companionship. I was still fairly wounded by the end of my last relationship, and wasn’t much interested in seeing anyone seriously. I still saw her fairly often, including occasionally at the base club when I pulled Shore Patrol (I rarely went to the club otherwise), but I didn’t pursue her.
Meanwhile, she’d picked up an ardent admirer whom was unwelcome and persistant - Not a bad guy in general terms, so long as you knew he was a real weasel. I mean he was clean, and capable, and probably fairly good looking, and he didn’t do anything really wrong, dangerous, or illegal - He was just an overly ambitious suck-up. Did I mention that he was persistant? Anyway (she confessed this later), we’d come off of a short run up to Seatle and back, and Intaglio knew as soon as we hit port, he’d be asking her out. Tired of saying ‘no,’ she thought she’d give him a ‘no’ he couldn’t ignore - a previous engagement with a more senior petty officer, one with clout and popularity. Why she called my shop looking for me, I don’t know. 
OK, so I was pretty well-known and pretty well-respected, though it’s hard to think of myself like that. I’ll just have to take her word for it. 
Anyway, she figured (correctly) that I was the kind of guy her unwanted suitor couldn’t suck up to, and couldn’t risk pissing off. That much, she had dead-on. Oh, and she says she liked me anyway - Though that might just be a sop to my fragile male ego.
Whatever. We hit home port, she called me,and asked me out. We went to get chinese, but never made it inside the restaurant. That night, she cried in my arms. I held her, listened to her life story as she cried, comforted her, and knew I was doomed.
That was fifteen years ago. We’ve been married very nearly 12 years. It’s the best doom I could ever want.