“If we get married, we should have our wedding here because it’s so romantic.”
I choked on the chocolate chip gelato I was shoving in my face.
“Dude – you can’t just say shit like that.”
(I’ve always known how to ruin a moment.)
But the thing was – I loved him exactly because he’d say shit like that. He was confident and authentic and didn’t play games.
We’d been dating for all of 3 months – but we’d been friends for 5 years before that. And suddenly one day, I couldn’t imagine life without him. He was my partner. He felt like home. And he was right, Italy was incredibly romantic.
But, I was 22 years old, I swore I’d never get married, and I wasn’t totally sure that I could give up the habit of making out with my co-stars in my trailer during lunch breaks. But he was the first guy that really made me consider it. That’s why I had brought him to Italy.
For the year or two prior, I had been contemplating a slow exit out of acting – I thought maybe I’d be happier working behind the camera. I produced a short film called Day After Day and it was selected to be in a showcase at the Cannes Film Festival. What a perfect way to show off to my new boyfriend.
So, three months into our relationship, I invited him to come to France on my work trip to take the film to the festival. We traveled around Italy as well – which is where he made me choke on chocolate chip gelato.
Four years later, I realized I really was done with kissing boys in my trailer (and actually, I realized I was done with the trailers and the films that provided them, as well) so we went back to Italy and said vows.
And now, after 9 years of marriage, we are on our way back to Italy to celebrate my husband’s 40th birthday. Because I married the kind of guy who says that what he wants most for his birthday is to go back to that very romantic place.
He always has the best ideas.
So, I’ll be back in a couple of weeks. I’ll eat some gelato for you.