A couple of days before we left Florida for the Nth time, Susie and I went to Fort Myers Beach to catch the sunset one more time before heading to Indiana.
Then we walked by the pier as the glow of the setting sun slowly dimmed into darkness.
We walked along the beach, getting our feet wet in the gentle surf (I’m practicing to write romance novels.) when we were stopped by a young couple in their twenties, maybe (I have no idea how old anyone younger than forty is. They all look alike.)
Anyway, they asked us to take their picture, which we did, even though it was getting dark. It was obvious from the way they looked at one another, that they were very much in love. We struck up a conversation and learned that the girl was from out west and the boy was from the northeast. Whether they had just came for Spring break and just met, I could not tell although Susie seemed to think they had probably been together for a while.
The girl told us her name and then Susie asked “Is this yoour husband?”
The girl’s eyes lit up and she said “Did you hear that, Phil? This lady wants to know if you’re my husband.”
He smiled and she smiled. “That is so awesome.” The girl said.
The boy stepped in. “The reason it’s so awesome is that we got married last night.”
“That is awesome.” I said “Did you get married here on the beach?”
“No.” He said hesitantly.
“A lot of people do.” I told him “but regular weddings are nice also.”
“We didn’t do that kind of wedding.” He said. “we don’t need some minister or a legal document to tell us that we’re married.”
No sir.” He told me. “We made up our own vows and performed our own ceremony.”
“Oh. well, congratulations anyway.” I said but I didn’t mean it.
“We’ll do the minister thing later.” the girl chimed in.
Well crap, I thought. This girl was so nice, reminding me of one of my daughter’s high school classmates. This slick talking guy had sold her some bill of goods aand this girl had bought it hook, line and sinker.
As they walked away, I said to Susie “Poor girl. That guy really hoodwinked her.”
“That guy????” she said. “I think she pulled the wool over his eyes.”
“Really? I didn’t see that at all. Still don’t.” I can’t see the female gender ina conniving role.
“You don’t pay attention.” Susie told me.
“I guess not.”
We walked on up to Times Square to watch the chained up guy escape from the straight jacket.