Some romances start out with moonlight walks, pet names, funny cards and fancy dinners. Other begin with cold, hard cash.
Meet Scott and Kim.
They were both teachers and pretty good friends, nothing more. Scott had made it a rule never to date anyone at work. Kim understood. But when she left teaching to go into real estate she sent him a note, just to keep in touch. It came at a time when Scott was kind of low. His best buddy had just moved out of town and it had left a void in his life. He needed someone to pal around with, someone to go to dinner with and the movies. Kim was available.
“Neither of us was seeing anybody and we both wanted to go places, so we just started going together,” says Scott. “We’d make sure the other wasn’t going to be alone on Saturday night. I’d cook a nice meal, we’d watch TV. We liked each other a lot and eventually became best friends. But I never thought of marrying her.”
Meanwhile, Scott and Kim were both living in one-bedroom apartments.
“I wanted a house,” says Scott. “I was tired of paying rent, but all I could afford were real fix-ups or decent places in bad neighborhoods. Kim wanted a house, too. One night after quite a few Southern Comforts, I said, ‘Gee, with both our incomes, we could afford something nice.’ I said, ‘If you can find a house we both like, why don’t we get married?’ “
Not the most romantic marriage proposal.
“She was shocked. She never expected a great passionate love in her life. In fact, she truly believed no one would ever ask her to marry. I wasn’t in the market, either.
“Well, I don’t know if she quite believed me, but she said she’d look. The next day I left town to visit my brother. When I got back a week later, she picked me up at the airport and told me she’d found a house. Then I started to get cold feet. I thought what am I getting into? A house? A wife? So I made a really low offer for it. The owners of the house took it.”
Three months later, with the school librarian as their witness, they exchanged vows.
“It wasn’t a very romantic wedding,” says Scott. “The night before we had both slept in our own apartments and finished packing.”
Scott says their first year was spent getting used to living with each other. “We did fine. We were both getting what we wanted. We had the house, a dual income, we were able to get a nicer car, and buy some nice things for ourselves.”
But something funny happened to Scott and Kim. Somewhere around the second or third year of marriage they fell in love.
“I don’t know exactly when it happened,” says Scott. “We went from being best friends to being in love. Now I can’t imagine not being with her. Sometimes we sit around — I still cook a great meal on Saturday nights — and have a bottle of wine and talk about how it took a house to bring us together. Neither of us can believe we’ve been married for nine years.”
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