Dressed in jeans and t-shirts, we stood before a justice of the peace with a little old clerk as our witness. The ceremony had no frills or extras, just the basic, "do you take so-and-so and I now pronounce you..." We spent the remainder of the weekend walking through endless streams of parked classic cars and celebrated our sexless wedding night on a futon in his friend's living room. Not the wedding I dreamed of, but the end result was the same.
Now remember, this is a man who can't form a romantic phrase. He's also the same one who denies he ever told me my thighs were larger than women he usually dated...and we all know that women never forget something that painful. I have to stop and and think about most of what he says and decipher what he really means, but I give him the benefit of the doubt and generally decide in his favor. He married me and that says he was either desperate or loved me. I elect to choose the latter. :)