From Moving In: Tales of an Unlicensed Marriage: When Scott walked into the restaurant where I was working for our prearranged meeting, I remember my eyeballs wiggling in their sockets. I put down the candlestick I was polishing and whispered to my fellow waiter, “That’s my friend Deb’s ex. Soon to be known as ‘my new husband.'”
Scott remembers seeing me walk down the staircase clad in my elegant tuxedo and instantly knew that I was the one. We said “hello” and never said goodbye.
That was twenty-one years ago today.
