Well, Lon, my story about being married is towards the bottom of page one. I am just shy of 70. Never thought I would be that. I have a hip replacement so I tell everyone I have one good leg. : )
I was 21 and still in college when we met. He was 23 and had gone into the Army after graduating from college. We grew up less than three miles apart but never met because I attended public schools and he attended a private boys' school. We did have mutual friends, though, and he was our postman one summer (I didn't remember ever seeing him). We met on a blind date while I was home from school and he was home on leave, had a second date and then I headed back to school on the east coast and he headed back to California were he was attending the Defense Language Institute in Monterey, where he was in an intensive Russian program. We "courted" by phone and mail for nine months and he came home on leave and we got married a few days later. He then headed for Turkey and I joined him a couple of months later. We lived there for 2 1/2 years and our daughter was born there. We had 37 years of a good marriage until a heart attack took him away. It was a risky proposition, getting married after only seeing each other twice. Actually, I wasn't all that impressed with him at first, but our letters and phone calls gradually cemented our relationship and we made the leap. Starting married life in an exotic foreign country didn't make it easier, either. In some aspects, though, it made us try harder; we had to rely on each other more and I couldn't go running home to Mama after the first argument. It worked.
I've thought about that, but if I had not married young my two sons wouldn't exist. That's not a price I'd be willing to pay.