When ____ Met ____
Okay, folks. I, for one, am dying to hear the story of how you and your special someone hooked up. Or, if the love of your life is still living in Mystery Village, how you’d like to meet. I’ll get the festivities started.
I met my future husband when I was fifteen and he was fourteen. We were at the city pool among a group of kids, mostly girls who were fawning over him like he’d just invented coolness and if they hung close enough some of it would rub off.
The problem was, they kinda had him cornered. As far as I was concerned, every one of them was either funnier, more clever, or more interesting than me. And all of them were prettier. So how to get the attention of the hazel-eyed stud whose muscular build telegraphed the fact that he was a football player?
I’ll admit it, I regressed. I filled one of those ugly bathing caps they made us bring to the pool (that we never wore) with water…and dumped it over his head. Bingo! I had his full attention. And how cool was it that when he threw me into the pool in retaliation, he jumped in with me?
I didn’t see him again until the first day of school, when he made a point of saying hello to me in the hall. Yes, it made my entire day. And that night began a romance that has continued to now. In between, six years of dating (including a four-year engagement), twenty-one years of marriage, two kids, lotsa jobs, a few moves, hilarity, depression, passion, fights, true friendship, and a continuing hope that we’ll get to grow old together.
Okay, now it’s your turn! In this case, truth is just as fun (if not more) than fiction. But if you wanna share a daydream as well, go right ahead. They’re a blast too! Can’t wait to hear from you!
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October 13th, 2008 at 2:04 am
We met in a Biology lecture, introduced by a mutual friend.
that was 15 years ago (ten years married next week) and I still check out his rearend 
He was the friend stayed over one night, and never went home
October 13th, 2008 at 9:00 am
I was 19. He was 23. I had just joined the Air Force and had been at my first duty station for less than a week. I was one of two girls in a flight full of 30 aircraft mechanics. He just got back from leave, so he missed my first few days there. I spent most of my time hidden behind a textbook, pretending to study for a test while I listened to the fascinating (and undoubtedly embellished) guy-talk around me.
He had the entire flight shack’s attention as he described going to his younger brother’s high school graduation. He said something like, “He’s bigger than me now. I was afraid he would kick my ass.” Everyone laughed. He also talked about how satisfying it was to go to the graduation in his blues, where he run into an old teacher who was amazed that he was in uniform, and that he had three stripes.
The day started and the flight shack emptied except for him, me and a few other guys. When his jet came in, I followed him and asked him if I could catch it. He agreed, so I marshalled his jet in. After we chocked it and the pilot cut the fuel, he came by and told me that I did great–except that I had signalled the pilot backwards. No laughter at my screw-up.
We hung out together from that point on. That was 24 years ago. We’ve been married almost 20 years.
October 13th, 2008 at 9:01 am
Hmm, Mark emailed me on a profile site. I wasn’t sure he was what I was looking for date wise, but we had a few weeks of talking on line and he always made me laugh. Between Kevin Smith references and cries of “geek” thrown back and forth we decided to meet. Having decided to shortcut the process the poor chap had to deal with my brother and a whole bunch of my friends for an evening before really getting a chance to talk to me. Everyone loved him, as it turns out so did I. For the first 18 months we got weekends because he lived in a different city, then he changed jobs an dmoved in. We recently bought a house together and we get married in 6 weeks.
October 13th, 2008 at 10:20 am
My husband and I met at a dive bar where my friend’s band was paying. He was the first thing I saw when I walked in. I’m not normally attracted to guys like him–he was wearing camo pants with suspenders over a blank tank, a black top hat, his hair was long and curly, just past his chin.
Too nervous to say anything, my friend and I went to sit by the stage and wait for the show, but I kept sneaking peaks at him.
Kat, the wife of the lead singer, came and sat with us and I asked her if she knew the guy in the top hat. She said she’d known him for years and he’d been asking about me.
After the show, a group of us went to Old Chicago. He invited himself along. We ended up swimming at a friend’s house in the wee hours of the morning and have spent very little time apart since.
After we got married, his sister told me the first time she saw me (we’d met at a show a few months prior to my husband and I meeting), she knew if her brother ever met me, we’d end up together. : )
Exactly a year after we met he proposed to me on stage at one of our friends’ shows. It wasn’t the same bar, but the same people were there and it was the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen. He had a photographer set up to capture it and everything!
We may not get along all the time (it’s hard when the baby comes before the actual marriage), but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
October 13th, 2008 at 3:17 pm
I met DH at college. I’d just broken up with a man who, while I’d thought he was single, he in fact was engaged. News to me!
So, I’m in a “hate all men” mood that day, and there’s this guy sitting in my group who is new to me. So, me being so polite and sweet, go “Who the blue F*CK are YOU?”
“Bob.”
Love at first smart-ass crack.
October 13th, 2008 at 3:32 pm
Ok i met my Matthew in my old home town called Parkes. He was sent out there for work.
One night i said to one of my girl friends lets go out for a bit have a few beers and dance the night away, so we got walked down to one of the local pubs, after a few i was a little tipsy and started to dance when this guy wobbled (he thought he was dancing but he wobbled, i still haven’t told him the truth) and tried to dance with me. At first i regected all his advances untill i was sick of pushing him away so i let him ‘wobble’ next to me, i felt sorry for him lol.
After that everyone decided to go and get something to eat at the ‘all-nighter’ i felt bad for leaving him their so i asked if he’d like to come along, before he answered he planted a kiss on me!
Well i was stuned how dare he not ask! so because i was a little tipsy i gave him what for and told him how rude he was for kissing me without asking! he apologised and asked if he could walk me home, i said no but he walked me home anyway. we got to talking and he asked were i worked, i pointed it out on the way home…once we reached my house he gave me his number and asked that i call him, i sadi goodnight and forgot about it.
Over the next week at work my collegues we’re telling me that a couple of blokes we’re comming in asking for me at the exact same time everyday (i was always finished) i couldn’t remeber who they we’re so i thought nothing of it…anyway to cut a long story short Matt ended up comming into work the next tuesday and we got to talking and meet up later that week. It’s now been almost a year, i’ve moved 7 hours to live with him and i couldn’t be happyer. i have meet my soulmate and bestfriend….
October 13th, 2008 at 4:40 pm
Penny, you make me feel better! I just told my hubby his rear was cute and practically made my son barf! (I guess timing is everything!)
Love your story, Tia! Are you both still in the service?
Oh, wow, wedding bells are ringing for Adele! Congratulations!!
Loved your story, Jackie! Your hubby sounds like quite a character!
Marissa, anybody who’s brave enough to reply to a pissed off woman deserves the time you give him. Good for “Bob!”
Matthew could definitely be the poster-boy for persistence! Good for you both, Nikki!
October 13th, 2008 at 5:32 pm
OMG – these stories are great! What an awesome community of fine women we have here. Glad there are a few like myself who married the Man Least Likely To
The burning animosity between my DH and I could have seriously lit a house on fire. It was snarl and growl at first sight. Every day coming home my roommates would hear me just venting OOH I HATE THAT MAN all over the apartment.
So the day I came home dazed and quiet, they were so worried. And when I told them I was marrying the hated man exactly 6 months from the day we met, they thought I was insane.
12 years, offspring, mortgage, and dog later, we’ve outlasted more than a few of our friends’ marriages, sad to say, and we’re still enjoying the Burn.
October 13th, 2008 at 5:57 pm
He’s still a smart-ass, and the only one brave enough to be in the same room with me when I’m pissed off and armed!
His SSGT said that, any man who can give me a knife when I’m in that kind of a mood, deserves hazard pay!
October 13th, 2008 at 6:09 pm
Roxanne, somebody told me once that the passion between my sweetie and I would die, so I’d better make sure we had something to fall back on. I still think that was a horrible thing to say! (And, over 28 years later, patently wrong.) Yay for the burn!
Marissa, your take on your love life is making me laugh. You guys clearly kick ass in multiple ways!
October 13th, 2008 at 7:04 pm
Awh! All of these give me hope lol My mother’s constantly hating on any man I date. Most of my friends really have no say, or they’ll just go along with whatever I think. Even if the guy turned out to be a jerk. I’m with a man I think I may love [and could see myself marrying] and it doesn’t help that there’s nobody to share it with.
October 14th, 2008 at 7:16 am
I met my husband when he was 16 and I was 17. I was a year ahead of him in high school, and I did all of the grading in the Spanish classes. Well, my husband had (and still has) atrocious handwriting. My policy was that if I couldn’t read it, it was wrong. He confronted me about it after class one day, and we argued for 30 minutes about it (in Spanish). We ended up with some mutual friends, and got to know each other. A few months later he asked me out, and we stayed out until 3 am talking. On our 4 year anniversary, he took me to the same place and asked me to marry him. We just celebrated our 5 year marriage anniversary, and have been together for 10 years. He is the love of my life, my best friend, and he still can make my blood boil (both good and bad lol).
October 14th, 2008 at 8:31 am
LMAO at dumping water over him! I thought that was reserved for kids in the sand box *giggles*
LOL at Marissa also – you’re so sweet.
Well, mine is kind of neither a special someone or a fantasy someone, but, anyway…
When I was in high school (age 11-16 here, but 11-18 in the case of my particular school) I was top of the class. In everything. There was a guy in the other half of my year group – our classes were split between two halves, so the two halves never saw each other. And every time the test results came back in the middle and end of the year, both me and this strange guy would run to the teachers to see who had come top of the class. And it was always one of us – and he HATED me every time I beat him, LMAO! Both of us wondered who the other was.
Then we met when we were about 14 on a trip and really bonded. Everyone in school picked up on it too – they called us “the midget geniuses” and insisted that by the time we have our ten year reunion we’d be married. We rubbished it at the time. Funnily enough, I’m 21 now, and he is the only one out of a class of 200 at school that I ever talk to. We’re going to London to watch NFL at Wembley in a few weeks together, too. My mum loves him as well, haha.
I guess we can call it a work in progress?
October 14th, 2008 at 11:26 am
LOL, settle down by the fire and I’ll tell you about my meeting of the other half. A tale to curdle your blood and one that will need a drink or three.
It all started when I’d gone off with a few friends to a flat owned by one of their girlfriends. Her Dad came in took one look at me and left. Later I heard that he’d gone home and mentioned to Diane, about me and she’d torn off down to the flat only to find that she’d missed me by about 20 mins.
So she got my address from a friend and wrote me a letter. After exchanging a few I invited her up for the weekend to a property I was renting with some other friends and up she came.
Since then we’ve barely been apart with me working from home. Now over a decade later we’re still very happy and have a lot of fun when we go out shopping. (Yep I run round the store playing silly buggers with her.) Currently grabbing halloween stuff at the mo and then running up behind her and tapping her on the back or arm with a severed limb. (Hey if theyre not meant for that they shouldnt have them.)
I’ve also done the silly thing of finding some toys that have music playing (one that has Monster Mash) and “Frankensteined” up to her.
Which to be honest I think keeps me young, yeah you get funny looks from people but as far as Im concerned its making shopping fun and whilst a lot of others who are married have fallen apart at this stage we’re still as happy as we were the day we met. Yeah its not always been smooth but to be honest it wouldnt be life it was. Point is and I think most will agree with me, that as long as you can still make each other laugh and have fun doing silly things (oh yeah just remembered I smacked her rear with the severed hand as well as having used a skeletal hand to nip it. LOL) then it keeps you young enough inside to keep going. I also think not being embarassed about crying in front of her also helps. Very few guys will do.
October 14th, 2008 at 3:00 pm
As corny as it may sound I meant the person I love dearly when I was 14, he was the cool kid and I was just the weird new AV kid. For some reason anyone who carries around a camera and a tripod is considered an outcast where I went to high school. We did not have any of the same friend, his friends use to torture and humiliate me.
I actually hated everything about him when I first meant him, but thanks to our film teacher we were paired to work on our final film project, he was one of those people who always think in the boy. Though out the project I got to see many different side of him and as time went on I seemed to find that all the qualities that I hated so much were what I liked most about him. He was challenge something different and new; we never gave our self the title of Boyfriend and Girlfriend because that was just some kind of buzz kill for us. We liked having friends, so we kept it secret, so that no one but use could pass judgment on our relationship.
We would sneak off and go to this abandoned park everyday and swing, it was probley my favorite part of my day. One day he told me there was something he wanted to talk to me about. I was really nervous; I kept thinking about all the bad things that it could be, like him finding someone better that me. I did not expect what he told me to be the big secret, he had joined the army.
I was totally speechless and my mom always told me if you don’t have something nice to say don’t say anything at all, so instead I just cried. It really pushed our relationship to its breaking points and I did not know if we could keep moving forward. He ended up leaving that summer, thinking that both of us needed time to think and decide what we wanted to do from this moment forward, to keep our deal I did not talk to him or see him for 4 months, I was pretty sure that everything was over. I went to that park everyday he was gone, thinking that just maybe if I wished hard enough he would magically appear. He never appeared, there was only about a week until classes started again and I was doing my usually ritual of walking around the park when I saw somebody sitting on the swings, to my disbelief it was him, rubbing my eyes to make sure that I was seeing right and then thinking that I had finally went insane, but I did not care if it was dream, and if it was I did not want to wake up, I hugged him like my whole world depended on that moment, and that is when I knew that I wanted him and that was all that mattered.
To this day I am thankful for everyday that I have with him.
October 14th, 2008 at 5:28 pm
No, my husband was a two-termer, and I was a one-termer. We got out over 20 years ago.
I *finally* read ONCE BITTEN, TWICE SHY and it was great fun! I put up a few posts on it at Fantasy Debut. Sorry it took so long but for a while, my reading stack was insane. (Too insane, actually.)
October 14th, 2008 at 8:25 pm
Well, Chelsea, I can pretty much guarantee you have a captive audience here. If it makes you feel any better, my parents pretty much despised my hubby from the get-go. Only in the last three or four years of his life did my dad finally recognize what a fine man I’d picked. Which is why I’ve always tried to be very welcoming to my kids’ chosen ones. That kind of rejection isn’t something you ever forget or really forgive.
Loved your story, Carrie. Sat there imagining you arguing in Spanish and felt highly entertained! I’ll bet that was a Moment!
Let us know how it goes, Phoebe! He sounds fascinating!
Okay, Gareth, you are a total goofball, and I mean that in the most affectionate terms. Next time I have to go shopping (which I rarely enjoy) I’m taking you and Diane with me to keep me from shoving my cart through a stack of produce!
Cool story, Cera! Best wishes to you both!
Well, Tia, thanks very much to you and your husband for your service, and I’m glad you’re both safe now! Believe it or not, my stack of books to read is getting kind of high and shaky as well. Never thought it would happen either. (When I was in high school I’d read four at a time–just leave them in different rooms and pick one up depending on where I was at the time. Now I’m lucky to get in half a chapter a day. That’s been the biggest sacrifice I’ve had to make to writing. But well worth it!)
October 14th, 2008 at 11:02 pm
Awww.. These are all great wonderful stories. They make me rethink the whole 3 out 4 marriages end in divorce.
So I just moved to Seattle in 2005 after Katrina and Rita hit Texas and LA. I am originally from Texas. I came to Seattle for college and didn’t think I would get into a serious relationship. So I didn’t plan on dating or anything.
I am(was) a culinary major. My roommate Video major. We are like best of friends. Well one day she was helping a classmate with a project. I went with because I was bored. I was there in my cook pants that make my ass look huge. Hair messy because I just got out of class, and I just look like a mess. Didn’t think much about.
I’m the only non video/audio person in the whole studio.There was like 5 of us in the room. One girl and I started to play hang man making dirty stayings on the erase board when this guy and his partner comes in saying the need the studio. They stay waiting for them to get done. I go back to my seat and this guy in a TOOL beanie, leather coat, and jeans is in my spot nearly sitting on my coat. I just stand there and start talking to his friend. He said hi. And I tell him he’s sitting in my seat. He laughs and says he’ll move. I tell him it’s okay.
Fast forward to the end of Feb. And my roommate invites him to movie night. We hang out all night. Then we invite him to walmart the next day and he comes back to our apartment to finish watching movies. He ended up staying all night and we walked up the hill to the park. I ended up not feeling so hot and he walks me back to my apartment. He writes his number down on a piece of paper and says to call him when I wake up from my nap.
I nap and my roommate is gone doing something. I wanna go to the store for some OJ. I call him and he stops watching NASCAR and walks me to Rite Aide and buys me my OJ and flaming hot cheetos.
After that he took care of me all week and we started dating.
That summer he took me home to Alaska to meet his parents. We were just laying in bed curled up playing with his cat and he wraps his arms around me and whispers into my ear. “So when do you want to get married?” This is after I got sick on his dad’s cooking.
We’re still engaged. Still madly in love. We’re in no hurry because we’re young. Early 20s.
After all this and hearing all you guy’s stories I really think it will last.
October 15th, 2008 at 1:56 am
LOL, you have to have fun Jenn. It keeps you young inside and also gives the two of us a good laugh. Just try it with your other half. I can virtually guarantee you’ll have a blast especially since you love doing your home up for events such as Halloween. (Ooohh Ive also seen some skeletal hands that make the stem of a wine glass, which look pretty cool even if they are plastic.)
October 15th, 2008 at 3:02 am
You know how your mum always said “You’ll never meet a nice boy at a nightclub”? Well this should prove her wrong.
Its a balmy Saturday night in mid March. All three singles, my girlfriends and I went to a local club. One friend stood at the bar. A man approached her. He was slick. So slick in fact that if you stood too close to him you would slide right down to the floor. I, being all Miss Independant, went to her rescue. Then Slick’s friend approached me. He asked to buy me a drink. I asked him if I looked like I needed one. He laughed and said no. I walked away from him thinking ‘Im a tough indepandant woman and I can buy my own darn drinks if I am thirsty’. Unfortunately I lost my cred when I fell down the stairs and onto the dancefloor. Slick’s friend helped me up without laughing and followed me around to ensure my safety. Unfortunately (again)I needed it as I fell over three more times. With all these endearing qualities, he thought it would be a good idea to ask me out (go figure). I asked the barman for a pen and wrote my number across Slick’s friend’s chest. That way, I said, he couldnt lose it and didnt have an excuse not to call.
And call he did.
He is no longer Slick’s friend, but my DH. At 25 he was my first and only ever boyfriend. Eight years later we have been married for five years with 1.3 kiddies.
Not so much romantic as unlikely.
October 15th, 2008 at 5:40 am
Well, Trace, he’s already passed the ‘in sickness’ test (which is a biggie) so I’d say you have a winner. However, I don’t want you to think my hubby and I have cruised through our whole marriage. (Nobody does.) We’ve had some tough times, especially around our two miscarriages. In the end, we both just wanted to be together too badly to ever let it go.
Absolutely, Gareth. BTW, we have those wine glasses. Too fun!
Eeyore, any man who will follow you around to keep you from breaking your neck is definitely a jewel! Glad you two are having fun!
October 15th, 2008 at 3:43 pm
Gareth my boy will kill me if he knows i told you all this, but for the first time last weekend he cried in front of me…why i hear you ask…because he loves me, thats all he shed a few tears because he loves me. I have been on cloud 9 ever since!.
October 16th, 2008 at 12:20 am
My boyfriend and I met in a somewhat odd way. In January 2007, during my second year of university, I recieved an alert from a social networking site (one that I was never very active on) saying someone had sent me a message. It turned out to be from a fellow student saying he’d seen my profile picture and recognized me from around campus. Thinking it was a neat coincidence, I sent a message back. An exchange of emails and a few days of MSN chatting later, we’d decided to meet up for coffee. The following day he proposed watching a movie together, after which neither of us were eager to say goodbye for the night. We ended up chatting for an hour or two, until my mention of being a sweet little angel as a kid prompted him to pretend to steal my invisible halo. I laughed, asking if I was allowed to keep my wings. He used checking for said wings as an excuse to get close, sliding his arms around my waist and leaning in for a kiss. When he pulled back, it was only far enough to look at me and say “maybe you do have those wings.” I melted.
When that May brought around his graduation from University and his heading for Canada’s East Coast to finish his officer training, we decided, with many tears on both sides, to go our own ways, at least for the summer. Two miserable days later he phoned me to ask if I thought we could, maybe, try the long-distance thing. I said yes and now, almost two years from that first kiss, we’re still together.
Marriage has been talked about casually, but won’t be happening for another year at least. He’s got another 6-month tour overseas coming up, and I’ve got one more year of schooling left before we’ll have the opportunity to settle down together. We spend as much time together as possible, and he still lets his sweet side out once in a while (despite being a manly man: in the military, hobbies of shooting, hunting, working out, anything involving the outdoors). Example? The last time he was here, he put Post-It-Notes saying “I love you” up in random spots around my dorm room while I was gone to class.:)
October 16th, 2008 at 7:06 am
He sounds like a catch, Shannon! Hope it all works out for you two!
October 16th, 2008 at 11:34 am
My husband and I met when I had just moved to London and started working in a bar to make some extra cash.
I always put certain records on the jukebox and one night all the records starting coming on in exactly the same order as I played them except I hadn’t put them on. I said to the guy I was working with that I was going to marry the person who put the music on and started singing along to the tracks.
A few minutes later I served a drink to a guy at the bar who asked if I was going to put some music on when his finished. We then started chatting and he asked me out.
That was 13 years ago and we are still together (have been married for 6 years) He is my soulmate and I am just so glad that I don’t mind singing in public (badly!!) or we might never have got together. Thank goodness for jukeboxs and a similar taste in music.
October 17th, 2008 at 9:52 am
Such a cool story, Punkpoppet! Having wonderful pleasures like music in common is so vital. I remember the day I found out my (future) husband loved to read. I thought–okay, this is a guy I can stay with!
October 22nd, 2008 at 12:26 pm
I love seeing al these stories about how everyone met there other half so to speak it really great
October 30th, 2008 at 1:38 am
We have boss-in-laws. I was totally off men at the time. We were 25 & 30, my boss & his former boss had a weekly golf appointment and had been trying to get us together for months. We finally agreed to an introduction…talked ourselves hoarse over a 2 hour lunch and were married 3 months later (just after Valentines day). That was 23 happy years and three wonderful kids ago.
October 30th, 2008 at 11:45 am
Boss-in-laws just cracks me up, Denni! But they obviously knew what they were doing! Great story!