I think knowing is partly merely deciding. You make up your mind, you know. I don't mind saying I decided my wife was the one for me, because then I've at least made one good long-term decision.

   At the time I met my wife I had a lot of prospects. Most guys I know have a period of time when this happens, when they are interesting, and none know why or what it is.* At the time, all the various enchantments of beautiful young women were beginning to disgust me, a little, at the fringes of my utter susceptibility. I wanted one best friend, who I could also sleep with, and she showed up at the right time and place. Unfortunately it was also the wrong time and place, but that's all right, now.

*The three times in my life a woman has sought to pick me up I was wearing the same shirt. I told my wife about this, and can't find the magic shirt. Sigh. Even when you're severely married it's a kick for someone to like you.