It’s the last thing I would have expected a year ago, when I had concluded that I would definitely be alone for the rest of my life. (Not having any serious relationships for a couple of decades will do that to you.) As it happens, the lady and I met 30 years ago in college, but had not been in touch since. We reconnected and started seeing each other and it didn’t take long before things got fairly serious, as the other thread indicates. (I wrote it less than a month after our first date.)
Things have gone very well since then, and on July 10, in the gardens of the Schoenbrunn Palace in Venice, I proposed (in a *very *romantic fashion) and was accepted.
There are a million details to work out about the wedding, and combining two households, etc., but for now we’re both very happy.
And let this serve as a lesson to other 50-something single people that miracles can happen!
I was so enchanted with the gardens, the Gloriata, and the woods behind that, that I let the tour bus leave me behind and I had one of the most incredible days of my life there. Vienna is absolutely magic! You could not have chosen a more romantic place than these gardens!
Congratulations!
There is a movie that is a biography of Strauss that ends with his looking out at the gardens from a balcony in the palace.
Well, I wasn’t quite perfect first time out, but she was patient, and I improved, and everything’s just fine now.
Well, actually, we knew each other in college, 30 years ago. It was a small college, but we weren’t particularly close friends then, and she was with her then-to-be first husband the whole time. So we were getting reacquainted last fall, not starting from scratch. Which helped a lot, I think. Even though we had a lot to learn about each other, we each had a basic picture of who the other was. It made the early stages much simpler and more comfortable.
