I have been fortunate enough to convince a wonderful woman to spend the rest of her life with me. As we have taken the plunge into wedding planning the last few months, I've come to despise the term fiancé. Maybe it's that Seinfeld episode playing over and over again in my head, but I hate the word:
I've recently taken to referring to her as my "Future Wife," or "FW." That felt like too many syllables/a mouthful, so I tried to shorten it to "F-dub," but it was pointed out to me that "F-dub," sounds suspiciously like "Ephed Up." I'm really not trying to make any kind of comment about modern engagements or marriage; just that I hate the word fiancé.
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