Finding love ain't that easy. Not like the golden days when you met and married the first person of the opposite sex that looked your way (Jesus, God forbid the same sex back in those days, especially in little old Ireland). The two of you doddered along for the rest of your lives, sometimes in love but sometimes just going along for the ride because who could imagine the shame of separation and the "breach of contract that shall not me named"... Beginning with "D-I-V-O...", you know the rest! How did they meet, well, through family, through friends or maybe through meeting in the center of the dance floor in the dance hall when they were terrified of crossing over from the male or female side. Ah, the good old days. When you waited until you got married to lose your cherry or else had a miracle baby five months into your marriage.
Good post