With my Anniversary right around the corner, I thought I'd share with you the (not so) romantic way in which I found myself married. That makes it sound as if I didn't take part...I did. It was just a spur of the moment thing.
My father is a jeweler and 18 months into our relationship my boyfriend had called him to inquire about diamond engagement rings. Unfortunately this information got back to me. It was unfortunate not because the surprise was ruined, but because my boyfriend didn't follow through. No ring was ever purchased. No proposal was ever made.
Three and a half year after that, we had been living together, had talked about marriage, and were just going about our lives as couple. It was a July afternoon and the boyfriend had just come in from running errands and inquired what I wanted to do. We discussed golfing (too hot), going to the pool (too overcast)and I was watching my "soaps". I don't remember which one but there was some story line with an non-committing male and I mumbled something about my non-committing guy. When he asked what I was talking about I reminded him that the following day was the 5 year anniversary of our first date. He picked up the phone and walked into the other room. 10 minutes later he came back and told me to change. I asked where we were going. He said "What does it matter?" I said "You just told me to change and it would be easier to decide what to change into if I know where were going." He said "Put on whatever you'd like to get married in. It's two o'clock now and we have to get a marriage license before our 4 o'clock appointment with the JOP."
So at 4 o'clock on a Wednesday in July, '99 we were married.
What's your story?