Mentioned to a work contact the other day that I’ll be splitting my time between NYC and N.C. for a while because I’m getting married and my future husband has been offered a job in Durham. It feels weird to say “my future husband” and not mean Ira Glass or Mr. Darcy.
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Ha. See, what you do is not really tell anyone you’re dating; show up engaged at a holiday with the fiancee so the family can meet them, then disappear for a couple of months while you make arrangements to go elope. Next holiday, bring your new spouse and act surprised if anyone comments on the quickness of things. I hear it (mostly) works. 😉
Oh, it works fine for the first couple in the family who elope… after that, you even whisper “engaged” and family asks if you’re going to elope.
I’m just saying….
Don’t elope meg. my cousin did that.
hahaha! I love you!