I met my husband in college. Okay, that’s not interesting. He was a senior and I was a freshman. He had a steady girlfriend whom he married just after he graduated in 1970. The young man I was dating at the time knew the bride, and was invited to the wedding, and I went along as the “plus one”. It was a nice wedding. 46 years later, we crossed paths. I had never been married, and he was twice divorced. We married soon afterward. I tell people “I was at his first wedding, and at what better be his last wedding.”