I had been dating Veronica for a while.
Veronica was some twelve years older than me, which didn't bother her or me, although there were a few occasions when we overheard a reference to me as "her son" or her as "his mother".
No matter..
One evening, she remarked casually, "We should start planning our wedding..."
That got my attention. "Wedding?"
"I am making two assumptions. In no particular order, that for one: you'll want to have sex with me some day, and for two: that we will want to live together. For those things to happen, we have to get married first."
"Ah, makes sense. Okay."
"Another thing that should make sense, then. I am older than you, I've been um around more than you ... you should leave the day-to-day decision making, the rule - making .... up to me."
"Yeah ... that makes sense too."
In time, she decides we should get married in Las Vegas, as soon as we could get the time off work, spend a night or two there, then come back and take care of our living arrangements.
About a month later, we were on our way.
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