I've been very fortunate with wives... my first, before cancer times two, and a stroke carried her off, was "the woman I was born to be with"-- I used to call her "my female self." The first time I met her, and heard her speak, I knew we were destined to be together... forever, or so I thought, but fate had other plans. Seven good years. Then, eternal silence.
The first time I laid eyes on wife number two
( and I can't recall the name of the show, but years ago there was a TV show with Jackie Cooper playing a Sultan with many wives, who made a big point of noting that "#1 Wife-- Ha! that's the littlest Number!" )
in the local bank, the first thought that popped into my head was "gee, I sure like her face." Later, mutual friends in the business community introduced us more formally. We've been married twenty years. And amusingly enough, until the last election, she was a Democrat... um, but bear in mind, of the Zell Miller, Scoop Jackson, dying breed type. Discussions of politics have always been "interesting" instead of acrimonious. I used to make a point of noting, "you know, you are a lot more Conservative than you think you are..."
Ironically, in all the years we've been married, she never cared enough about politics to bother voting... until Kerry came along, and scared her so badly that she registered to vote for President Bush.