On November 30, 1994, I married Sharon Rachel May, now Sharon Rachel Saroff.
It’s our 25th wedding anniversary.
Unfortunately for the single women of the world, I am still unavailable.
Fortunately for me, Sharon* has not (yet anyway) murdered me.
Lord knows that she has ample (no jury in the world would convict her) justification.
Here’s to women with exquisitely poor taste in men. It’s how Saroffs find mates, I guess.
*Love of my life, light of the cosmos, she who must be obeyed, my wife.