I went out to lunch the other day with my law school friend Sally. She told me that a secretary at her firm recently became engaged to and married a Jordanian after a whirlwind courtship of a few months.
After my initial shock (exact words: She's seen the Sally Field movie, right?) Sally and I discussed the various complications that come from marrying someone in an entirely different legal system.
No domestic abuse laws.
The possibility of unilateral divorce.
He can stop her from leaving the country with a court order. He can take another wife without her permission if he has a court order. (By the by, do you know how easy it is to get a court order in America? Pretty damn easy.)
The custody of their children will be determined by the gender and ages of the children -- not a "best interests" analysis.
And the U.S. State Department's official position on marrying a Jordanian in Jordan? "We can't do anything to help you if things go south. So don't ask."
Sally took her friend out to lunch and tried to explain these things to her -- that no matter how great a guy seems initially, even in America divorces generally involve pulling out all the stops to hurt the other party. Why on earth would you agree to the possibility of divorce in Jordan after seeing the Sally Field movie?
Finally the secretary looked at Sally and said, "Fine. Is there a possibility I'll go over there and wind up in some kind of basement dungeon? Sure. But he's my soul mate."
(Question for the peanut gallery: What percentage of possibility of ending up in a dungeon would you be willing to accept for true love? Because mine and Sally's is zero percent.)
Things are getting rough in the New Denver dating scene if girls are running off to the Middle East to get hitched.
But then again, I already knew that.
The day after lunch with Sally, I got notice of my 10 year high school reunion. Activities include a "family picnic" and "family 5K fun run."
Do you think they emphasized the family enough?
(I mean, that's not enough pressure to put "dungeon" back on the table, but you could see where a girl might start getting desperate.)