Married On My First Date

I was never asked out in high school or college. I had friends but never a date. By the time I turned 30 I was resigned to being single. A childhood friend invited me to dinner at her house. She had a habit of setting me up with men, this night was no different. This time the man was a widower, 20 years older than me. The night was nice, it went by fast, the man was one of those who knew anything and everything. Not a fake, a man who had a life of experience. When he asked me out, I accepted.

I went out never expecting that I would have sex for the first time, that I would wake up in a hotel in Las Vegas, that I was going to get married. I do remember everything, I just had no control over myself. What he suggested I did. Knowing I was inexperienced he took me down this Hindu ritual, by the time I had sex I was wanting to, by the time we went to a marriage chapel I was admiring my engagement ring. By the time I woke up I was asking myself what I had done. How did I get married?, the sex I didn't care about.

I swallowed hard, I was married. That was three years ago, this man is no ordinary man. I have lived with him, he is a genius, a real genius. And I fell under his spell that night. He is gentle, a good man. Lonely still for his passed wife. I know I can't replace her, I don't want to. At least a man married me.