There are only so many "I love you", "You're so beautiful", comments a woman can take...before she breaks...(I mean before he get's a clue.) so...
We got married in an open cockpit bi-plane flying over the Pacific Ocean.
We went to the County Records department.
The Records Clerk filled in the preliminary documents.
"You've got 30 days to get married," she said. Sign here and return. When I record it, you're married.
"Oh good," I said. "I need a little extra time."
"Honey," said the Records Clerk leaning over the counter with eyes fixated on mine as if to communicate I was psychotic... "You've waited 51 years. Do you REALLY need another 30 days?"
"You're right." I said.
I signed the damn thing.
And just like that, I was married.
Peer pressure is a bitch.