Or vise-versa? Why the initial dislike? What happened to make you or him/her to change his/her mind? Just curious.
Adam
Not at all, but i was a little scared of him. He had what could only be described as a caustic wit and I was very shy.
Now I’m much less shy and fire them off just as quick back at him.
No, but I’m making up for lost time.
Nope, we liked each other before we met in person. Going on nine years later, it doesn’t show any signs of abating.
I have liked every SO from the first converstion I ever had with them. That includes my current SO. Lust and infatuation was always there from the beginiing too.
Love is a little different. Sometimes it was real in the beginning. Other times it grew. And other times it wasn’t there on my part, or his.
Okay, so far I have only responses from people who did like their SO when they met. Obviously, most people are going to say that they did. I’m looking for responses from people who didn’t. 
Adam
His breath. I’ve been able to ply him with mints and make him brush his teeth more now that we’re engaged. 
Not my SO; I liked him instantly, but a guy I dated several years before I met him.
He was a well driller and we worked together, and a more obnoxious, juvenile creep I’d never met. I hated him and was more than a little scared of him. A couple of years after he was off my site, I ran into his crew when we were all out on travel. I really liked the other guys, so I went out to dinner with them all.
And it’s like I met this guy all over again for the first time. He was still rough and obnoxious, but I really liked him. He was totally different away from the other guys too. We wound up dating, mostly long distance, for a couple of months before the distance got to be too much of a big deal. We still think quite a bit of each other, even though I haven’t seen much of him in years. He always teased me about being afraid of him at first, once I confessed it to him. He was a big sweetie underneath the roughneck exterior; he just didn’t want the guys to know that.
my current SO, no, I was instantly fascinated; all the more so when I met her in person.
my most recent ex, classic couldn’t-fucking-stand-him.
he was ~50 pounds overweight, very hairy neanderthal look to him, with a big shrub of an afro and an attitude to match his scary-ass demeanor. some friends I had just made when I first moved to Texas introduced me to him and I thought he looked like a damn gorilla. when we later worked at a local Pizza Hut together (along with several other mutual friends), he wasn’t much more amiable than one.
but, we hung out in the same circle for quite a few years and slowly became good friends. I still thought he was an asshole sometimes, and I distinctly remember thinking to myself on several occasions “man, I feel sorry for any girl he ever dates.” heh…
well, he developed a crush on me over the years, it was semi-obvious, I ignored it because I honestly wasn’t attracted, and then suddenly he cut his hair. and lost a bunch of weight. and started caring how he looked, and being really nice to me. I admit I had a few thoughts, but I still didn’t want to date him. my parents started teasing me about hanging out with him a lot, and really I didn’t even notice that we were, but long story (semi-) short, he confessed his crush one night before I moved away, I was swept up in the sweetness of it all and by then, yeah, I was attracted… so we dated for three and a half years. all in all, no, he wasn’t a gorilla, most of the time. and I actually got to like the neanderthal aspect.
I instantly disliked my ex when I first met her. We had to work together for about two weeks and hated each other. I thought she was immature, and she thought I was a bitch.
Then we didn’t see each other at all for almost two years. When I found out I would have to be working with her again, for six weeks, I thought it would be horrible. To our surprise we got along, and started dating. We were together for about a year and a half, during which time I got cheated on, lied to, told I was stupid, and beat up. All I can say in my defense is that love makes you crazy. I can’t say that I regret it, because I know I will never let anyone treat me that way again.
In retrospect I should have gone with my first reaction. Lesson learned.
Yeah. I thought he was weird.
I thought you said he was a “numpty.”
I thought my husband was way too shy and awkward to deal with and I thought he didn’t like me so I didn’t like him back. Then I found out he didn’t feel that way so I gave him another shot. We’ve been married 9 1/2 years.
I liked him, but I thought he was smelly. Really. We met on the job, and he had just come in from a smoke break and I think he had forgotten his deodorant that day. I had to ask him about some product and I remember thinking, “Ewww, he stinks!”
He’s not stinky now. Most of the time.
See, first he sent me an IM outta the blue, and I thought he was weird and sort of avoided him. THEN I called him a numpty.
I didn’t like my boyfriend when I first met him. I thought that he was an obnoxious know-it-all…
It was 6th grade though, and he was my competition for the affections of our teachers. I asked him what he though of me during the middle school years, and he said “You had BOOBS! Plus you were smart. I thought you were great.” We started dating sophomore year in high school and ended up being co-valedictorians.
4 years later, we’re still together.
When I first met Mr. Fries, well, first of all, he was not called Mr. Fries, of course. Actually, he’s not called Mr. Fries now because Fries is not my real last name. And even if it was, I kept my name, so he wouldn’t have the same last name as me anyway. And in fact he does not.
But, as I was saying, when I first met Mr. Fries, everbody just unanimously decided that we were perfect for each other and started trying to set us up. And that really sucked, because I was just getting over an unpleasant breakup with my high school boyfriend, and I thought that Mr. Fries was far too similar to Mr. High School Boyfriend, and I did not want to go down that road again. I didn’t dislike Mr. Fries, but I was extremely wary of the fact that people were trying to push us together and was actively seeking things about him not to like.
But as I got to know him better, I realized that the similarities between him and my former boyfriend were mostly superficial, and more importantly, the characteristics of ex-boyfriend that made me break up with him were not present in Mr. Fries, and they were replaced, instead, by many fine and loveable qualities.
My friends to this day still constantly bring up how they knew we were destined to be together, and how foolish I was to resist. Whatever. I still think it was the right decision not to jump in to a new relationship so soon and to become friends first.
Not when I met him, but for a time in the middle. We hit it off when we first met and started dating. Then he got all clingy and needy, and that drives me insane. And he started acting all stupid and immature around our friends so they started not to like him and I was immature enough to think that that reflected badly on me and that they were all going to start disliking me too. So I broke up with him. Three years and interim relationships for both of us later, we started chatting online and I remembered all the good stuff about him. I think his having the interim relationships gave him some confidence in himself and in his ability to get a girlfriend so he didn’t act quite so desperate/clingy. And now, another almost 3 years later, we’re still together.
When I first met my fiance I found him annoying, as he thought it funny to insult everyone. But I put up with him because he started dating my friend. When she dumped him he stopped being annoying, as he was too depressed to insult me. We got close and eventually started dateing.
I liked my now-GF instantly, but I think she was deeply suspicious of me at first. We met at a party given by mutual friends, and it was sort of a Latin/Caribbean-themed affair. I made my special Cuban beef salad-sort of thing, and wore a very loud, multicolored print shirt and black, pointy-toed boots. She told me later (after we’d already been dating for quite a while) that she was not at all sure of me at the time. Plus, I was making a conscious effort to not be my usual self, in the sense that usually, if I liked someone, I would sort of censor myself as far as telling/showing them that. But I was tired of being alone, and liked her, so (in my head) I just said “Fuck it. I like her, and I want her to know that”. We started dating a couple of weeks later, and now, a year and a half later, we’re still together. She’s “the one”. 