Why I Let a Stranger Pick My Wedding Suit

Why I Let a Stranger Pick My Wedding Suit

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To call her a stranger felt wrong, even though we had never been in the same room. By the time I was shopping for my wedding suit, I had spent more hours talking to Anya than to almost anyone else in my life. I knew her dreams, her fears, and how she took her coffee. I knew the sound of her laugh and the look on her face when she was about to say something mischievous.

We had met on sofia date a year earlier, and our connection was immediate and deep. After months of video calls, we knew we wanted to spend our lives together. The only problem was the 5,000 miles that separated us. We decided to meet for the first time in a neutral country and get married there. As I began the search for a wedding suit, I felt lost. I was alone in a menswear store, trying to make a decision about the most important outfit of my life without the most important person in my life. I sent her a few pictures of me in different options, but the photos felt flat and lifeless. It wasn't working. Then, she had an idea. "Turn on the video," she said.

So I did. For the next hour, I was her personal mannequin. I stood in front of my phone, turning and walking as she directed. She, from her apartment in Kharkiv, became my personal stylist. "No, not that one, the shoulders are too broad," she'd say. "Try the navy blue one. Yes, that one! It makes your eyes look brighter." She had the store assistant hold the phone, directing him to show her the fabric up close. She saw details I had missed. She saw me. The store employees were amused, but also touched. In that moment, she wasn’t a stranger. She was my partner, fully present in one of the biggest decisions of my life, despite the distance. And when I finally walked down the aisle a month later, I wore the suit she had chosen. I felt confident not just because the suit fit perfectly, but because it was a symbol of our trust and our unique, modern love story.