You guys are so sweet to share this stuff. I think I’m going to cry. I am actually pretty happy on my own, but I just ended for good a relationship that’s been off and on for a year and a half. I also have two good friends that have recently gotten involved in relationships that seem pretty good, so I’m missing my usual “love sucks” get togethers. I am still waiting for someone to reassure me that it is possible for the right man to just fall out of the sky. (I mentioned this to a friend of mine and he said if that happened to me, I would probably run him over) I’m going to try getting out more. The internet idea doesn’t thrill me, cause that’s where I got the one I just got rid of. I should say though, that I’ve also gotten two of my very best friends on the internet. I just wanted to let everyone know how much I’m enjoying these stories, so please carry on. It is nice to know that romance is alive and well, and worth waiting for.
I met my husband via a personal ad. Twice. Our local monthly paper has pretty cool personal ads. You answer via letter, so it’s not for the people desperate to meet someone without any lag time.
Anyway, I met him once after the first ad, but he never called again, which REALLY irked me. I mean, how could someone cross charming me off their list after one lousy meeting? Creep. I swore I’d never answer another personal ad.
Never say never, three years later I decide to answer another one. Send the letter, wait a few weeks, get the phone call… suddenly he sounds familiar. I said “You’re not going to believe this, but I think we’ve met before.” I was disgusted, imagine answering two ads in three years and it being the same guy. He was sheepish too. But he suggested we meet again, against my better judgment.
This time it took. We’re now married, have a kid. I keep meaning to send our story to that monthly paper because I think we can get a free dinner out of it. DH and I are so embarrassed about the personal ad thing, however, we rarely tell anyone we know this story!
I met Mr. TroubleAgain through–get this–my MOM! He was remodeling the building she worked in (electrician) and she liked him so she introduced us. Said she took no credit if it worked out and no blame if it didn’t. It did. We were pretty serious pretty quick. We married a year and a half later and 6 years after that we’re so happy in love we could make just about anyone barf by just being in the room with us…
Met my wife on the street! Really… sort of!
I first saw her at a party. She was pretty, but standoffish. But I got her number and knew where she worked and arranged to accidently meet her there. But she was off that day and I put it down to fate, she was kinda mean to me anyway.
I never attempted to contact her again but I ran into her on the street about 3 months later and chatted. She was friendly this time and we began dating seriously right away.
There is a negativish ending to this story. I found out after we got married that she is a mean person!!! But oh well, that is truly fate!
You shouldn’t be embarrassed about it. It makes sense to me as a good way to meet people. You get to screen the candidates and there’s no mistaking the reasons for meeting. IOW, you don’t meet, hook up and spend 3 months working on things only to have the other person inform you that he/she is ‘not ready for commitment’.
I think the internet is a viable spousal source as well. In my opinion, the anonymity thing online spawns honesty (for the most part).
I met my husband through the Fencing club on campus. I was a lowly beginner and he’d been competing nationally for a year or two. Anyway, he would give me pointers and we became friends. We were friends for two years, corresponding by e-mail and going out with friends.
In one e-mail to him I bitched that I hadn’t found the time to see the remastered Star Wars movie. He immediately offered to take me. (he is a Star Wars NUT!) We ended up seeing all three movies that week and began seeing each other exclusively. We hadn’t really discussed marriage but when we realized we were making long range plans together (that included kids!) we decided to make it official. We had our 1st anniversary in April and my mom says we are still disgustingly cute. 
We met at the medical library. I figured that was a good source for intelligent, career-oriented women. Started hanging out there, pretending to study, and met my wife to be (an occupational therapy student at the time) in two weeks. Its been 6 years, 1 month, and 4 days since the wedding. 7.5 years (approximately) since our meeting.
I say, hit the books!
Eissclam
My husband and I met at a summer camp while we were working as counselors. (Cool side note: his parents met at the same camp.)
We were also friends long before we were lovers. It only makes sense that the person you plan to spend the rest of your life with should be your best friend. Not that the friendship has to come first-you could fall madly in lust at first and then nurture the friendship-but it has to come eventually. (IMHO)
As I’ve already noted in another thread, I met Ms. CalMeacham at a science fiction convention. Shared interests is the key.
Mind you, I’d ried a lot of shared-interest things without any luck - church clubs, dances, bars, etc. On a ver few occasions I was introduced to ladies through my friends. None of this ame anywhere close to working. I’d tried personal ads and a host of dating services. Nothing.
So my only advice is to keep trying a lot of different venues.
I was the head bartender, he was hired to take over the snack bar.
We don’t work at the bar anymore, but we’re still together.
Maybe I should check and see if my husband is still LOGGED IN before I post. Darn. I forgot he got signed up here.
Now let me restate that… I was the bartender, and FEYNN was hired to take over the snack bar. Sheesh.
OOOPS!!! wrong room…
My wife was a volunteer member of the ambulance service I work for. Hence I met her in the course of my work, not withstanding the fact that she lived across the road from the ambulance station. That was 10 years ago and we’re still going strong.
I was invited to a barbecue at Mr. Golf’s house by a mutual friend; as I was walking to the front door with our friend, he came out to get ice out of the trunk of his car and I immediately recognized him as a man who I spoke with about two months earlier at a bar. Our friend introduced us on the front porch but I didn’t get a chance to talk to him until much later in the evening, at which time he remembered meeting me two months earlier too.
Now, when people ask how we met, he tells people I showed up on his porch on knocked on his front door; if you wait long enough, YES, a woman will show up knocking at your front door. (You know, to the old saying on how to meet Mr./Mrs. Right: “Well, they’re not going to come knocking at your door.”)
Mrs. ricepad and I met in college, through mutual friends. There was this group of guys who lived in a townhouse just off campus, and a fairly large, loose-knit group used to hang out there pretty regularly. One night, we were both stood up by our respective dates, and ended up at the townhouse. Sluttiness occurred, and we’ve been together ever since.
My brother is single, but has had several long-term relationships (5-7 years each). Most of them he meets through friends who know he’s single. So put your friends to work beating the bushes for you!
This is actually a neat story, if you can only read it.
I used to work at an Electronics store. I am minding my own business one slow Tuesday afternoon in November when this unbelievably hot chic comes in. She’s looking around at some connnectors and other cheap stuff like that.
Now, I know that I won’t sell her anything and make any money, but I figure what the hell? I’ll go talk to her, I have an excuse.
I walk up and welcome her to the store, and ask her if I can help her. She tells me that her cat chewed through the connectors for her stereo speakers. I try to find the things she needs, but all the connectors I show her seem to be the wrong ones.
So, I tell her to bring it in and I’ll take a look at it and fix it if I can.
Lo and behold she comes in a week later with her stereo. Well, it turns out I can splice the wires back together, no problem, so I do, and it works. She asks what I owe her, I jokingly tell her she can buy me lunch someday.
“How about right now?” she says.
“Erm, I, uh, can’t. Sorry.” I had a prior engagement with my family that night. Couldn’t miss it.
So I give her a raincheck, she says okay, and thanks me, and leaves. I promptly forgot about her.
A month later, on December 17, a co-worker of mine comes up to me and gives me a red X-mas card with hearts and kisses all over it.
“Awww, Joey, I didn’t know you cared!” I say, starting to open it.
“Shutup, bitch,” Joey chides. “Some chic dropped this off for you. She said you probably wouldn’t remember her.” And she was right, I didn’t.
It was a far side X-mas card that had a $20 gift cert to Outback steakhouse and it said:
“My stereo sounds great, and my cat can’t chew through your splicing job! Call me if you want to go out!
Thanks again,
Chris. 555-1234 or 555-4321”
So I call her, tell her that I have a lot of holiday stuff what with the holidays and family and work and all, and that I would like to take her out after the first of the year. She agrees.
We go out, and hit it off, and I have to stick around and not let her get rid of and even dup her once before she admits that she loves me. But that’s another story alltogether.
That was 3 years ago, almost four.
So, moral of the story is be on the lookout for romance with your customers. It can happen.
And oh yeah, get a hobby. It lets you shmooze with other enthusiasts, and in a social setting to boot.
~Santi
I met my soulmate right here on this message board.
Can you believe it?
Yer pal,
Satan
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NYPIRG. A college advocacy group started by Ralph Nader. It stands for the New York Public Interest Research Group but is fondly remembered by the Brooklyn College chapter as the New York Pubic Research Group.
We could never get ole Ralph to change the focus.
I must be an anomaly, I met my wife at a bar…it was a Driving and Crying show.
Nope, you’re not an anomoly.
I met my SO at a bar. Four years ago.