What's Love Got to Do with It?

When I was in college, my social life was pretty lame. I had lots of “brothers”, but hardly any boyfriends. I had some men ask me out, but they were not generally men I wanted to date. I worked in sports information and spent most of my weekends on the sideline at some game. I didn’t enjoy the privilege of going out with some good-looking man afterward. No guy stood at the press box door waiting for me.

My friend Laura shared the same problem, except she didn’t have games to occupy her weekends. One day, we were bemoaning our single, dateless state when she began talking about what her wedding would be like.

“If I ever get married,” she said, “I think I’ll walk down the aisle to Tina Turner singing, ‘What’s Love Got to Do with It?’ I think I’ll dress in black, too. After all, it seems that I’ll have to pay someone to marry me!”

“That would be funny,” I said. “Let’s do it! That would be better than walking down the aisle to the traditional ‘Wedding March’. I have no desire to have everyone in church thinking ‘Here comes the bride, big, fat and wide. Where is the groom? Hiding in a room!’”

I lost touch with Laura after she graduated and have no idea if she ever married or not.

During our engagement, I told Hubby this story. “What do you think of this idea?” I asked. He wouldn’t let me use Tina Turner’s song, but I didn’t walk down the aisle to the traditional wedding march, either.

After all, when I married him, love had everything to do with it.