My father’s parents had an arranged marriage. Both were Christmas cakes, so to say, so their parents decided to hook them up and get them off their backs. She was around five years older than him.
According to the witnesses, they lived in peace and had a more or less stable marriage, despite never being in love.
Before I heard of this, I always imagined arranged marriages as some distant, barbaric custom that was done somewhere far far away, in Middle ages or so. To think that my own grandparents not only had an arranged marriage in XX century, but respected each other and lived in peace, is slightly bizarre to me. Amazing too.