College was the best place for me to meet possible Significant Others because you see the same people almost daily. You get to know them pretty well, and they get to know you. Alas, college days are gone - I’m 27 years old now.
Clubs and bars, on the other hand, suck insofar as meeting people. Unless you are a really hot-looking person, few of your unique and desirable traits will ever be apparent in a situation like that.
So how in the hell did *you *do it??? Where did you meet your SO?
Lady Chance was the roommate of a girl I dated my first semester in college. I dropped the first girl over Spring Break and we’ve been together ever since. 21 years now.
I’ve never tried. It just happens, or it doesn’t. The whole “dating” concept seems alien to me - and a bit cheesy somehow. I just fall into these things.
My wife was one of my mail-order customers eleven years ago, when I was into tape trading. She responded to my classified ad in a really obscure (now-defunct) publication for Beatles collectors. I was in Canada, she was down here. We celebrated our ninth anniversary last week.
I actually did meet my husband in a bar. He saw me first, when I walked in, and wanted to meet me. He asked around and found someone he knew who also knew me and that guy introduced us. About a week later (by pure coincidence), I moved into an apartment across the street from him. That’ll be 22 years ago in July.
My dearheart & I met at church. I’d been out of an abusive relationship for about a year. One night, after reading a “Chicken Soup for…” book, I prayed, “Lord, If you have someone for me, send him in your time, & don’t let me get stupid while I wait.”
A couple of Sundays after that, our pastor (in his 60s then) spoke of a “young fella” who was returning to our church, & please make him welcome. I thought of a friend for my teenage daughter. My dearheart, the “young fella,” was 47 at the time. A few months later, he asked me to help him make a German chocolate cake for a potluck. We were married about six months after the potluck. We’ve been together for 10 years.
By accident. I was there to visit another guy in the same apartment building, who wasn’t home. I knocked on the next random door to borrow a pen and paper to write a note to the (now long-forgotten) dude. My sweetie answered, and as soon as I saw him, I knew I wasn’t leaving after just writing a note. Not if I could help it.
(I’ll still never forget that moment - People say there’s no such thing as love at first sight - Damnit it’s real!)
One kid and sixteen years later (although it’s a much longer, more involved story than that, of course!!), the rest is history.
My ex boss and my SO’s mum worked together. They were trying to conspire to get us together and my ex boss sent a mutual friend to visit me and try and get my contact details.
They had intended to pass these along but I was suspicious and refused to hand out my phone number or email address. I then went to visit my ex boss in the shop she worked in to find out what she was up to!
As it hapened my SO came into the shop at the same time to visit her mum and we started talking while I was there and it turns out there was no need to try and ‘set us up’. It’ll be seven years since that day this October.
I’ve never successfully dated someone I met at college. I met the current stucco-boy at a club. I was pretty surprised when he called me back and really surprised when he turned out to be a cool guy.
Of course, leaving the country in couple weeks will put a damper on things
I work for the county (so does my Wife) and got lassoed into doing a bit of work there.
“You, yep you, the big guy. Your work for the County? We need some help over here”.
I’m not a rodeo type of guy. But I’m good with horses. Eh. I’m not afraid of large animals. The smaller cows didn’t seem to be much trouble.
Calfs I guess. But plenty big. ‘bout 300 pounds’ While in the pen I was asked to get certain calfs out for roping competiton.
I never knew this but the cowboys picked specfic cows to rope. So I had to get #18 when #9 was right near the gate.
Heh. Um… “#9 is right here” Nope get #18.
I don’t like rodeos.
I did my best. I was wearing shorts and running shoes working in the cattle pens. It was, odd. But sombody had to do it. Got kicked once. Luckily, a glancing blow.
Twords the end of the evening, about a dozen of us where siting on a County truck watching the events.
I was sitting on the roof rack of a 3/4 ton Chevy pickup. She was below and we kept having to speak up to talk to each other. I asked her out for a date the next week.
That’s where I met my Wife. 10 years married in August.
I met my wife in graduate school at the U of Hawaii. I’d already lived in Thailand for a spell and was heading back after school, so we had something in common. Let me tell you, Hawaii can be one romantic setting to go courting in.
Met my (now ex-)wife when I was in grad school and had to move out of the place I was living. There was an ad in the student center for a house that needed an extra housemate because one of the renters was leaving town. The people who lived there seemed cool so I took the room. She was one of the people who was living there. Six weeks later, we were a couple. We had a pretty good run. We were together for fifteen years but got divorced a couple years ago and are still good friends.
During my crazy dating phase, I met lots of women on craigslist.
Met my current girlfriend on myspace of all places. I wrote her a quick note complimenting her taste in music which is nearly identical to mine. She wrote back and asked me to go with her to a concert. We went out a few times and found that we have an uncanny amount of things in common. After three weeks we became exclusive. We’ve been together for about four months and I can’t imagine ever being with anyone else.
It seems a few of you met in college or grad school, but outside of that, everybody is completely different! I guess that means there is no single “place” that’s good for meeting girlfriends/boyfriends - apparently, your chances are low everywhere you go! That’s reassuring, somehow… :dubious:
