He was a friend's boyfriend. They were breaking up. She ent him to loan me a ladder so I could repair my roof. He actually fixed it while I fixed lunch. Then I had to leave for work. My dad was just arriving. The 2 of them spnet the rest of the day repairing my very run down Victorian cottage. After a couple of weeks, Dad insisted that I get to know him, because he would make a perfect husband for me. It turns out, much as I hated to admit it, that Dad was right. We've been married for 31 years.
My uncle said one day that I had married the son he always wanted.