Honest to God. She “winked” at me, and we started emailing, then phone calls, then finally met for pizza and bowling.
Things just took off from there- we have similar values, a lot in common, and are sufficiently intriguing to the other to keep things interesting.
We’ll have been dating 3 years in January. Hopefully I’ll have proposed by then (I have the ring, but haven’t thought up a good romantic way to do it yet)
I wasn’t liking the local men that the OKCupid dating site was trying to match me with, so I clicked “world search” just for the hell of it. The first guy had a huge match percentage, and his profile had me giggling, and he was hot. so I “wooed” him (that site’s version of a smile or wink), and he started chatting with me.
A few months after that I decided I had to meet him and I flew from Montreal to Maryland to see if we’d get along. Oh boy, did we ever. 
Despite the 600 miles between us we’ve been to Europe together, managed to visit each other almost every month and talk every single night (thank you Skype), and I’m a few weeks away from moving to Maryland so we can get that “long-distance” bit out of the picture. I can hardly wait.
I was a transferring sophomore at the Art Institute of Boston, he was an incoming freshman. I was put in the only girls triple in the dorm and he in the boys triple. So the first day my roommates and I decided to introduce ourselves to the other group of 3. WHen we entered the room his two roommates introduced themselves but my guy was in the middle of setting up his PC so he could game ASAP. The 5 of us (minus one dumb roommate of mine) hung out often with the other incoming students and he and I quickly realized we were very complementary. Halloween night of that year we decided to date after watching Lord of the Rings, which we both loved.
We’ve been together 4 years, engaged 1.5 years, and the wedding planning has begun!
Together ten years, yesterday was our fourth wedding anniversary.
He picked me up in a bar.
Love - the old fashioned way. 
3 years today. My gay college roommate was trying to hook up with her gay best friend. That meant lots of ass kissing on the part of my roommate and lots of her hanging around playing Mariokart.
I swear to God, the first thing I heard her say was a gorgeous line of profanity as I walked in the front door. I had to meet this angel who could swear as well as or better than most of my friends. I just bought her engagement ring last weekend. Joy!
In a bar. There was a basketball game on, so we started talking college hoops. Found out we went to the same school, and that we knew some of the same people. Which is kind of strange, because we never met that I recall, and since I went to a large state university, it’s unusual to meet someone else who went there and find that you have a connection.
Anyway, we hit it off, he called me up the next day, and we’ve been together ever since. We met 10 years ago this past October, and have been married for 7 1/2 years.
Met on a BBS (like the interweb - but not) when we were 14. Went on one “date” (my first date ever) to an amusement park. For some reason we completely stopped talking after than for 12 years. Then I looked him up earlier this year on www.bbsmates.com and it turned out we have a lot in common.
I can’t figure out why we stopped talking 12 years ago but I’ve narrowed it down to “nobody really likes a 14 year old boy” 
A few gfs and I were a club and we noticed a table full of guys checking us out. One of them I noticed right away, but he looked too sure of himself. I was happy when I different guy (we’ll call him R) approached me and asked for my number. I gave it and we dated for a while.
One night he and I were going a club and his buddy was going to drive. His buddy was my future hubby. I sat in the backseat looking at his eyes in the rearview thinking, “Crap, I am with the wrong guy.” I didn’t know he was thinking the same thing. Poor R didn’t know anything.
We chatted at the bar that night and weren’t going to act on anything because both of us felt pretty badly about the whole thing. Finally it became too much. My thoughts were that I wasn’t married to R, and had been pretty clear that we were not even exclusive.
It all came to a very dramatic head. I ended up having to tell R, although my hubby wanted to be the one to do it (he showed up on my doorstep demanding to know why I was being so cold lately, was something wrong? I couldn’t lie so I ended up telling him.)
We have been together since 96, married since 01. R was a nice guy; he just wasn’t “the one”. Interestingly enough my hubby wanted to approach me at the bar, but he was too drunk, so his buddy decided to make a play.
We are not still friends with R, although I managed to maintain a friendship for a while after, I think he was just hoping we would break up.
We tell people we met “through a friend”.
Well, I looked down her shirt as she leaned over to drink at a water fountain in High School, and it was love
(Seriously – I did in fact end up marrying a girl I met in High School, though I didn’t start dating her until afterwards.)
He picked me up in a AOL chatroom. Well, sort of. At the time he was looking for a relationship and I was just out for casual sex. (I was enjoying being single for pretty much the first time in my adult life) We chatted online for about 4 months and then decided to get together for a one night thing, but ended up dating. Now here we are 6 years later!
One of these days I’ll come up with a better story.
We met on ICQ. The way it happened was enough to make me start believing in fate. My wife died in early 1999. About a year later, I was doing some work on my computer and noticed the ICQ shortcut on the desktop. I had used ICQ for a while to communicate with some folks I met on a hobby newsgroup, but that communication had tapered off and I hadn’t clicked on the shortcut for months. On a whim, I started looking at the features and discovered random chat. I did a search with no limits as to age, location or sex, and the first person who popped up was a woman in Ohio (I lived in Maryland at the time) who had some interesting things in her profile. The only thing I remember is that she liked thunderstorms. I sent her an IM, and we ended up chatting for hours. During that first conversation, we exchanged pics. The only one I had was a pic of my band in tuxedos. She asked why we wore tuxes, I explained the band thing and told her I played guitar and sang. She asked what my voice was like, I said it’s a bit like James Taylor. She said she was listening to Taylor at that moment, typed a bit of a lyric, I typed the next couple of lines. By the end of that night, I had called her and sung “Fire and Rain” to her over the phone. I flew to Ohio to meet her a month later, and I moved to Ohio and married her in December 2000. She was the first and only person I talked to via random chat. If I heard this story from someone else, I’m not sure I’d believe it.
Who meets a girl at a Knights of Columbus convention?
Me.
The international annual meeting of the Knights of Columbus governing body was held in Minnesota. I was a delegate from Virginia; her father was a delegate (and the chief executive officer!) from the Knights in the Dominican Republic.
Every year, the Knights’ annual convention includes a formal dinner: tuxedo/white dinner jackets for men and appropriate dress for the ladies. The after-dinner speech was so mind-numbingly boring I was having trouble staying awake, so I snuck out to have a cigar. Along comes this cute Dominican chica and we start talking, and she upbraids me for opining that Cuban ciagrs were good; she informs me that DOMINICAN cigars were the best. She was chilly, and I offered her my jacket to wear while we talked…
When I checked out, I find she’d left me a couple of Dominican cigars – and her business card!
Married six years now.
Hubby and I met on a blind date set up by one of his co-workers. (Who was my aunt’s best friend.) “He’s weird like you,” she explained. (Weird, meaning “likes books and art and listens to NPR.”) We hit it off immediately and haven’t spend more than 24 hours apart since.
That’s how my mom met my stepfather. She was having an after-work drink with a girlfriend and saw a man standing near the bar. “Julie, I’m going to marry that guy,” she announced. And she did.
They’ve been married for twenty years now.
Bricker, that is awesome! The priest who married us asked where we met, and we had to tell him that we met in a bar. We got the raised-eyebrows at that one!
I’m sure your wife is lovely, but she’s dead wrong about the cigars.
Met my first SO (together 15 years, we parted but are still friends) through an ad in the paper. My current fiancé Arwin (together 2 years)and I met through a dating site. I think it is a very romantic story; we were in love before we even once had met. I know that sort of infatuation through the Internet often ends in disillusionment; in our case, it didn’t. 
Here on the SDMB.
I was living in PA at the time, he was living here in CA.
We chatted a bunch, had huge phone bills, and flew back and forth across the country half a dozen times or so before we decided to vacation for a week together in Cabo San Lucas. While we were there he asked me to move to CA to be with him. 2 months later he flew out to help me pack up and drive the U-Haul across the country.
We’ve been together almost 7 years now. Married for about 3.5 of them.
I was 23 when I first saw my wife, a very pretty girl with long wavy raven hair. We were at an environmental meeting in the old Register building. She was sitting next to an older lady, I kind of knew. My wife looked young for her age, and I thought she might be her daughter. I figured she was about twenty. I saw her at a few more meetings after that and got to know her just a little.
A small group of us were carpooling up to Saugerties, NY to work on the Spring Fit Out of the Sloop Clearwater. Thankfully, she was one of them. We took my crappy four-door Chevy Citation up as she had a Honda CRX and my brother’s car was a small 2-door Honda Civic. We talked a lot more and I was surprised to find out she was actually three years older than I was. I was disappointed to find out she worked in “The City” and lived in Hoboken and only came down to the shore on weekends to stay with her parents in Sea Bright. Her home and shyness kept me from asking her out. Pity, she went home and told her Grandmother she met a really nice cute boy.
Fast forward a few months. I have bought a 78’ Camaro, as the Citation was a piece of junk. After a meeting, on a beautiful day and Sandy Hook bay we share a few of my beers and talk. I find out we are both going to volunteer for the Clearwater Revival in the Monmouth County Friends of Clearwater Booth. I get the feeling that she might actually like me. (Yes, I was shy and dense)
I guess we flirted a lot during the Revival. I bought her a Ben & Jerry’s Peace Pop. Shared some beer and food and wandered the Revival together during our breaks. I almost kissed her when we had completed a mad dash to secure all of the displays under a tarp tent we made on the fly during a sudden rainsquall. She was now under the tarp, I was partway under it, and she looked amazing. Beautiful, sexy, wet shirt cling in all the right places and long tan legs slightly damp in her shorts. Ah Youth.
At the end of the weekend, I found out she was going back to her parents in Sea Bright. I thankfully offered to drive her home and she accepted. She had taken the train up.
When I got her home, she asked me in for coffee and I was stupid and very tired and turned her down. I kicked myself when I got home for not asking her out or getting her number. Fortunately, I worked up my courage for a change and got her number from the older woman I mentioned in the beginning. She gave me her number and asked me if I was finally going to ask Eve out. I laughed and admitted as much.
The first date was magical, I drove up to Hoboken, and we took the Ferry over to the city. We caught the Pink Floyd Laserium at the Hayden and took a long walk back to the path train to return to Hoboken. She gave me a kiss goodnight and I floated home.
We soon had more dates and I called her daily. One Friday night, I took my parents to the symphony for their anniversary. I wanted to see her so badly, I called her during the intermission to see if I could she her that night. She was at her parents in Sea Bright. We got a quick bite to eat. We talked for a while and then we sat on the Sea Wall together through the night, barely talking and watched the Sunrise over the Atlantic. I was completely Moonstruck.
Anyway, we dated, I was staying with her two or three times a week and seeing her on weekends at her parents and I asked her to marry me. I think I asked a dozen times over a two-week period.
We have been together for over 15 years and married for 14 years. I still love her so much.
Jim
A Sunday School class for single adults. There I am, the token liberal, defending my beliefs when this guy joins the class and he’s even more liberal and argumentative than me! <<swoon>>
Our first date was a Star Trek Convention. So yeah, we’re argumentative, liberal christian geeks. We’ve been married 12 years.
We met at a graduation party the night she graduated from college. I was on the rebound from a shattering breakup (literally discovered my then-girlfriend and her lover getting dressed in her bedroom) and she, unbeknownst to me, was rebounding from the breakup of an abusive relationship. It was the worst possible scenario in which to build a long-term relationship. We talked for a few minutes, offered each other our condolences, ended up making out rather heatedly. We married a little over a year later. That was 1972, and we’re still together.
(I thought you were going to say you slipped her the ol’ Virginian cigar…)