I reluctantly opened the door to meet my blind date when it happened. Fireworks exploded on the horizon, Michael Bublé came strutting across the lawn for a private serenade, and I fell flat on the floor in love at first sight. By the time our entrées came I knew I wanted to spend forever with him, and by the end of the movie I wanted to make his baby — right then. I am not that kind of girl, but he made me wish I was. He kissed me like he knew what I looked like naked. He was a man in every sense of the word: handsome, charming, athletic, employed. We were wild about each other. Our life goals fit together as perfectly as our hands. He would provide and fix things and I would cook and raise babies. Together we’d put the rad in traditional and I would be the perfect wife.
My name is Gwen, and I am in love.
Photo courtesy of Lane Dittoe