Lots of people here have wonderful stories of how they met their current boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/partner and I’m feeling soppy so share them around.
Here’s mine: I’d been living in Sydney for six months and had a good group of friends and we were all at a Halloween party last year. My friend Jess had brought along one of her long term theatre friends Jeremy. She introduced us and at that point I should have looked closely at her face because she was plotting. It wasn’t a necessarily evil plan, in fact, I’d thank her for it later, but she was plotting nonetheless. He said something in the conversation with a few other people, and I’ll be damned if I can remember what it was but I remember thinking ‘Gotta come back and talk to this guy.’
I ran off to greet a friend and then returned to chat with him. We were in this enormous backyard, next to the campfire, having a natter with a few other girls. He told me he’d just graduated, he was waiting for his results. The three girls in attendance aren’t the brightest sparks (well one is but the other two are a bit slow on the uptake), so I often can’t help throwing out a few lines. Only he was stealing them. I’d open my mouth with a quip only to have him say it a nanosecond sooner. It was mind-boggling. We hung out all night and when he had to leave, he gave my his number.
I found out later that our friend Jess had herded everyone away from the campfire, squealing ‘don’t go in there! I’ve set them up!’
Everyone thought we’d made out or something like that and were thusly surprised when I told them we didn’t touch lips until a month into our relationship, just after which point we admitted we were in love :rolleyes: (what a sap). It’s only been a year and it’s going to get much harder next year but I love him to bits.
How’d you meet the current One and how long has it been since then?
We met at a science fiction convention (Necronomicon, in Tampa) on Friday the 13th. We were introduced by a mutual friend, but she wasn’t “setting us up,” and was probably more surprised than I was with where it ended up going!
We met through a newsgroup on t’interweb…emailed a while, finally met a few months later when the group had a night out. We’ve been together eight years nearly.
We’ve known each other for 10 1/2 years, married 8 1/2.
She responded to a classified ad I’d placed in a Beatles bootleg collector’s newsletter, and started out as a customer. I emigrated from Canada to come here and be her husband.
We were set up by my co-worker and his oldest friend. He had recently gotten out of a relationship and I was in two dead end relationships myself. I was at an office wedding and had taken my sister as my date because my relationships both sucked so bad I didn’t have anyone to go with. Sis got gossiping with a different co-worker about how bad these guys were and the co-worker turned to my husband’s oldest friend, the fiance of coworker #1 and said “Robert! Don’t you have a nice young man for this girl?” He immediately said yes and even though he went home to find his brother dead on the lawn he remembered his promise and introduced me to the nice young man a month later. We’ve been married 11 years so far.
She lies to her parents about it, I kind of understand why. The cover story is that we met at one of her friend’s art shows. Works for me if it works for her.
We met because we both smoked (have since quit). Worked at the same company and smoked the same brand but did not know each other. He ran out of smokes and a mutual acquaintance brought him to my office to bum a smoke.
Orientation day at college in North Carolina. I was an oddball: a Yankee. While chatting with someone who wasn’t an outsider, that person said “Oh, wow, you’re from Pennsylvania? He’s from New Jersey!!” (presuming that us two outsiders would have much in common).
Well, it turned out we did We’ve been married for 23 years.
I met my fiance at school when we were about 15/16. I thought he was a bit of a prat to be honest, but my friend liked him, so some plotting later and they were together.
We split up with our partners within about 6 months of each other when we were 17. So we kept each other company while we spent the rest of the year drunk. (I have no idea how I got away with this at school. I was hungover at least once a week at school. (“Oh don’t ask me Sir. I didn’t get home till 6…”)
During this time romance had begun to bloom. Eventually I decided to grow up, and knock the excessive drinking on the head. He was still drinking like a pro, and was obviously not over the ex. Because of this I turned down the opportunity to take the relationship further. That and I didn’t want a relationship right then.
Three days after my 18th birthday, after a day out at the sea side he asked me out. I took a chance and said yes.
SmithWife and I have been married 6 years (Sept. 1). We first me in High School Algebra way back in 1985 (we dated off and on through my 20s, but I went off for a few years to sow my wild oats). We “got serious” in '98, got engaged in '99, and got hitched in 2000.
We met when I got a gig at Toronto’s Second City. D was one of the other actors in the show. I immediately thought he was one of the handsomest, funniest, most wonderful people I’d ever met, but he had just gone through a rough breakup, and we were going to be working together for at least a year, so I never said anything. Our castmates constantly said we should get together, but my response was always “D’s still getting over his ex, and plus, we work together.” I started dating other people.
About five or six months later, during the lingering, listless end of a particularly humdrum “relationship” of mine, D approached me and told me he had been wanting more than a friendship for a long time. I wasted no time in officially ending the “relationship” so I could go out with D.
We’ve been married for 23 years.