I attended a wedding in 1977. The reception afterwards with a huge thing, and I was seated at a long banquet table, along with friends and some guy across from me I didn't know.
There was an MC with a microphone, and he introduced the bridesmaids & groomsmen by name as they ceremoniously entered as pairs ahead of the married couple, some 14 of them. One of the groomsmen was a single friend of ours, who was paired up with this rather obese woman.
Since Tom was extremely handsome, with women falling all over him, I joked at the table that his companion wasn't "quite Tom's style."
"That woman with him is my wife!" snapped the stranger sitting directly across from me. I wanted to die.
And for the rest of the banquet I had to sit directly across from him. I couldn't wait until dinner was over, so I could flee my seat and go dance, and never return to that table.