Time to Get Married[*]
We had been dating for a year when I began to wonder to myself, “Is this the woman I should marry?”
I started asking everyone I came across, “How does one tell if someone is ‘the right one?’”
A young female squealed, “When you speak baby talk to each other. Isn’t that right daadeee?”
“Goo goo.” He replied.
“When your hearts join as one,” was the simultaneous reply of an old couple on a bus. I was enthralled… until a fight broke out between them. “I was speaking.” “You always interrupt me.” “Oh, shut-up.”
“You’ll just know.” A common but useless answer.
“When you can picture yourselves doing absolutely everything together.” I thought about that. I could even picture it. It wasn’t attractive… surely not everything?
“When you don’t have eyes for any other woman.” Not me. I have eyes for every other woman.
“When you think she is the most beautiful woman in the world.” Nope. I’d rank her an 8.
I asked the most beautiful woman I’d ever met, “Gina, I’m thinking of getting married. How do I know it is the right thing to do?”
She said, “I wish it were me.”
“I didn’t realize marrying you was one of my options.”
“That’s not what I mean. I wish I were the one getting married. I can picture it perfectly… the house… the children… I even know what my kitchen will look like.”
She seemed to be in the advanced stages of something. I asked, “Does your boyfriend share your vision?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
I talked about this to Jack, a friend at work. He said, “It is a mistake to imagine your future with someone.”
“You’ll be disappointed. Besides, you’ll close off the opportunity for lots of adventure.”
I asked, “How did you know your wife was the right one?”
“Lack of imagination. I couldn’t imagine a future without her. That is why I had to marry her.”
On our wedding day I could not have imagined the children we’ve raised, the things we’ve done or the places we’ve been.
But it would have all been unimaginable without Eve.
I have no idea what the future will bring, but I still can’t imagine it without Eve.
Jack was right.
When you can’t imagine a future without a certain person, you have to ensure you have that person in it.
You can leave everything else to chance.
[*] Note: This photograph was not taken at our wedding (which took place at City Hall in New York) but two days later at a Fake Wedding conducted by Alan Abel, an internationally renowned prankster (but that’s another story). Alan’s shenanigans and my goofiness should have given Eve ample warning of what she was getting into. But I fear it has not.