You may take my word.

When I met my first man I didn't believe it.

I thought he was the same kind of fake.

But when I knew that he was a man alright,--well, I wanted to be married as much as a battered fishing smack wants to get into harbor." She was thinking of Marty too, although not of marriage any more.
"And are you going to be ?" "No, dearie.

He's got a wife, it turns out.