Wedding Weirdness

Funny story:

I got married.  It's weird.
Or at least, it's weird in that it's not weird.  Yeah?  People keep asking, "Soooo, what's married life like?  >wink, wink, nudge<  Is it different?"  And no, it's pretty much the same.  I mean, we live together, and there's sex now, which is pretty great, and About Freaking Time, but otherwise, things just is.  Not that it's not good.  It's just not that different.  Which is good.  I don't know.
Anyway, people said my wedding was cool, which is cool.  I mean, I guess they're supposed to say that, but I think it went pretty well.  I've been to some flop weddings before, and I was thinking, "How do I know if that's me?"  The main thing I hate at weddings is the massive wait between the wedding and the reception, where the party goes off and takes pictures, and everyone else sits around forever not allowed to eat.  I went to a wedding recently where the time and place of the reception weren't listed, only to find out after the ceremony that the reception was at the same place, so we all sat down and waited 3 Freaking Hours for the party to show up.  Then the food was bad and there was no dance.  Hell, just don't have a reception then.  But anyway, I think I did ok, so here's some things I did.  You can do them too, if you want to be as cool as me or whatever.

The Great Loves

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     That's probably the best phrase to start with.  Starting strong, you got this.
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     So anyway, I was reading in a book the other day (The Road Less Traveled, by Dr. Peck - It's a book my dad has read like every year and written in, and now he gave it to me to help me with life or understanding him or something)
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     So.  Anyway.  I was reading in a book the other day and came across a statement that the difference between loving someone and being in love with someone is basically sexual (though, not having been Reading, but just paging through, I'm not sure that's what the book was arguing).  I can see where that comes from, I guess.  One falls in love with one's spouse, then has sex with them; one loves one's friends, but one doesn't tend have sex with them.  But then I thought, "No.  People have sex with people they're not in love with all the time.  They might even have sex with a friend, someone they love, but that doesn't mean they're in love with them."  Basically, it doesn't make sense.