I Swore I’d Never Get Married. Then I Had Ten Weddings.
One night, during the year’s shortest days, two people who didn’t much like large parties found the same quiet corner of a very busy room.
One of the people was actually at the party in order to work up the nerve to flirt with a local musician, but found himself more interested in the woman on the couch with the joke about George Bush and the quiche. He invited her to play a game of Scrabble. She offered to cook dinner. He won by 250 points. She roasted brussels sprouts and bought a Scrabble dictionary. He brought her to meet his family, who lived only a few blocks away.
She went on a cross-country poetry tour, and he joined her for a week to meet many of her family and friends. He loved the town she hoped to move back to. “I know we’re not having this conversation yet,” he’d said, looking around her favorite place in the world, “but I think I’d like living here.”
He convinced her to join him for a trip to Disneyland, where she begrudgingly admitted that she was having fun, if only because she liked watching him smile on the roller coasters. She got better at Scrabble, but still rarely won.
They moved in together, and built a house of cast iron pans and postcards. He went to school to get his teaching certification while working as a full time teacher, and she promised to…
