Magickman, it’s not just theology. Marrying a divorced person (assuming we aren’t talking about someone unbaptised) is marrying a married person. Even the practical implications of that do not really ring happy.
Speaking of, I’m more and more conscious of the fact that at this age I’m now in, you’ve got to look at the finger. It feels like a while ago I was about 18 and any girl marrying at that point was like a fairy tale princess. Now it’s 25, 26 in four months, it doesn’t feel like that was so long ago - that or the student situation where they were generally umarried. Now ooops - after uni wedding rings have sprung up aplenty. You can’t really walk up and chat up any more, you have to mind whether she’s married. Perhaps that’s a good thing, who knows.
On a lighter note, I was visiting my father yesterday and my sister with her boyfriend was there also. The topic finally reached marriage and related matters. Somehow it came to me. I probably joked about not having the kind of problems they did. And then dad said, “You still have five years. If you’re single by the age of 30, I will have to take matters in my own hands,” “…” “And lead you to the right place.” “Jesuit novitiate?” I produced a tongue-in-cheek reply. “No,” he replied. Then my sister interrupted with a smartass line and dad said, “I’ve singled out one, but I don’t know how to get down to it.” I was like, “what the…?” but kept a poker face. Sister started asking questions. Dad let it on a bit, “Châtaine [between a blonde and a brunette]… Tall…” I was like, “What else does he know?” Sister asked more, dad wasn’t willing to tell, the gentleman that he is. I said, “Dad, if I were you and had a son like that, I wouldn’t do that to any woman.” He then said, “Oh, she could cope with you.” I was like, “Err… Do I really want to go there…” imagining the kind of personality that’d take. But I wonder. Lol…