You generally wear matching bra and underwear sets, and if laundry day falls on a workday (a rare occasion), your meetings and conference calls are underscored with a quietly thrumming anxiety that your bra isn’t the same pattern as your underpants. You and your fiance met online, but that’s something you keep to yourself, most days, unless you’ve had an extra glass of Pinot at a cocktail party. Then, when your betrothed comes looking for you, you’re pontificating on the glories of Match.com to a bemused audience. Sometimes you think about what it would be like to be left at the altar so that when he comes crawling back, you can slay him with your killer karaoke rendition of "Since U Been Gone." The idea of people being inconvenienced by the size of your dress's voluminous skirt, but unable to say anything about it, quietly pleases you.