It sounds idiotic, like a goofy sit com, but it happened to me.
I had met Bob in my last year of college, we’d dated, took up good jobs, and got serious.
We became engaged in March, set our wedding for June, and that was it. I’d touched all bases.
Before April 3 I thought I loved Bob; I did love him more than any man I had ever met. Until this cocktail party.
I was wearing a painfully high pair of heels and was more focused on them and my feet. I was limping in, gripping Bob’s arm when my sister Jenny came to us.
“I want to introduce you to someone…” and gripped my arm and began to pull me.
“Jenny slow down…” I demanded, and then;
“Maxie, this is my sister, Diana…”
And he turns to me, and I’m looking into a face which was beyond perfect, into eyes of such intenseness.
Before I could speak or move, Jenny says, “And this is her fiance, Bob…”
Bob put out his hand, they shook, exchanged a few words, and I stood there, imagining grabbing Maxie’s hand, and running from the room.