I had the worst crush on Christopher Schelling from the day I watched him snarf down a cheeseburger in less than thirty seconds as he sat across from me over our lunch meeting. He was the only literary agent in New York City who hadn't rejected me so I absolutely could not let this "crush" simmer. I was newly sober; of course my feelings would be all mixed up. Over the years he became my best friend. And the crush became point-blank love.
Finally, I admitted my feelings first to myself and then in 2009 to him. He was surprised, to say the least. And then it dawned on him: he loved me too. So on April Fool's day of 2013 we boarded a ferry to Staten Island and got married at city hall. I wrote about our wedding for the Modern Love section of The New York Times. You can read it at the link below.