This girl from work and her fiance set me up with this guy. On our double date he seemed nice and was totally cuter than expected. So I agreed to go out with him again and we went to a movie the next week. It was that horribly violent movie where Rodney Dangerfield was Juliet Lewis’s molester. If that wasn’t bad enough, the guy picked me up and we went immediately to the movie. On the way he told me all about his sinuses, complained about parking, talked loudly and conversationally during the movie and then drove me right home. The way he dropped me off was like I had just gotten a ride to the movies, not been on a date. I was sure he didn’t like me at all, so I decided I didn’t like him either. Imagine my surprise when our mutual friend told me that he had a great time and wanted to see me again. Luckily I gave him a second chance and then married him a year later.
It isn’t much, but I had had a really really bad day all around. I went to my local bar, I sat on the last stool open which happened to be next to him, he bought me a beer, and I said, “Thanks - but I hope this doesn’t mean I have to talk to you.”
That was in 1996 and we’re still together. Our fifth wedding anniversary is in about a month.
This story was told me by a friend, who was a completely unimpeachable source. If it hadn’t been her telling it, I’d never have believed it.
She said her aunt and uncle met at a wedding reception, had a roaring good time, turned to one another at the end of the night, and he said, “so what say we get married next weekend?”
“OK,” says she.
They didn’t see each other all week, he calls her Friday, says, “you ready?” she says, “yep,” and Saturday they tie the knot.
When I heard the story, they’d been married 20 years.
I broke up with my boyfriend because I’d fallen for his best friend and everyone knew it. Told said best friend how I felt and he basically said “I know - thanks” and left it at that. Slept with him even though he made it clear he was not comfortable taking it beyond that. Somehow suckered him into getting involved with me, then I proposed to him after only about six months. Got married in Vegas.
We’ve been married for six years now and still doing great. 
heh heh … Baaaaad relationship moooooves
Anastasaeon, you are both very lucky to have each other. I can say from experience that an attitude such as his toward you does not always have such a positive outcome. Consequently, my post for this thread ends here–my baaaaad moves seem to always have the predicted outcome.
Read Mr. AdoptaMom the riot act on our first date, ticking off a laundry list of crap I wouldn’t put up with from any man.
On our second date, he told me we’d be rocking our grandkids together.
On our third date he still hadn’t kissed me so I grabbed him by the shirt front and laid one on him.
We’ve been married 21+ years.
I had only been dating the guy about 3-4 months when he mentioned in a rather off-hand way that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. This totally freaked me out, as I had no inkling of that particular feeling at that time. (it took me approximately two more weeks)
Today is our 8th anniversary.
And since that was his faux pas, mine would be marrying too young. A coworker told me point blank that she thought 22 was too young to be getting married because if she married the person she dated in her 20’s it would have been a disaster. I told her it was a good thing she wasn’t the one getting married, then.
Not necessarily a sure way to ruin the relationship, but definitely a candidate for ruining your whole damn life. Imagine you meet someone in January of your senior year of college. You start dating, and really like each other. So three months later, when your SO plans to go 700 miles away to graduate school, in a place you have never been and where you know nobody, you decide to turn down the highly sought-after job you’ve been offered near your home, and move with them, neither of you having a job at the destination or any way to support yourselves.
I would so totally KILL one of my kids if they made such a boneheaded decision!
And yet, that is just what my man did in 1994. We’ve been together 13 years, married ten, and are expecting our second child. (And he has a quite prestigious job where he makes loads of money, to boot.)
step 1: fall of 3rd year of college, get dumped from first serious relationship
step 2: cry on the shoulder of a friend from high school
step 3: two weeks later, at said friend’s urging, talk with his roommate online and set up a date
step 4: go home dejected because your first date went awkwardly. After a few more great conversations online, agree to a second date
step 5: a few months later, spend practically all your free time with him or at his apartment, irritating his second roommate (not your friend)
step 6: get engaged after 5 months of dating
step 7: decide to move in with fiance and two roommates for summer before and last year of college
step 8: have screaming fight with your conservative parents about this, then tell them you’re engaged
step 9: take him home to meet them (they love him!)
step 10: go meet his parents for the first time and on the same trip, tell them you’re engaged (they love me!)
step 11: graduate from college & get married at the ages of 22 and 21
Four years since that ill advised rebound date, and if I had waited until I was 80, I’m convinced I still would never have found someone kinder, more patient, more loving, or a better match for my insane personality.
I’m having a …disturbing time picturing this. And I thought Robert DeNiro molesting Juliette Lewis was bad. :eek: 
That’s Natural Born Killers. THAT’S what you remember from that movie?