A series of phone calls and dinner invitations and one thing lead to another and he moved in with me . . . I wasn't stupid, I planned it so that he would do the moving while I was in Brazil on business. That way I wouldn't have to do any of the actual moving.
I told him at the beginning of our second date NEVER to mention the "M" word around me but, of course, within about three weeks that's all he can talk about (okay, I'm sure he talked about other things-- its just that's all I remember hearing then). My sisters were ecstatic because he was going to make an honest woman out of me despite my best efforts. We went to Tahoe in mid-late March of 1998 where he threatened to pull into a wedding chapel. Even though some of our friends and his parents checked our marital status upon our return, we weren't married but we were engaged within two more weeks and, married by May 30, 1998.
Swept off my feet? Whirlwind? Oh, no, I think I'd call it
a land-borne hurricane!!
Revised last 11/2/1999
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