How did you meet your current SO?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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We met at work, at a large tech company here in Huntsville. I was one of the few female engineering co-op students; he was an engineer in the department I worked for that semester. He says he had already noticed me, and then he was hooked when I joined in on a geeky conversation about Star Trek.

It was a mild scandal at the time because of my age (I was 20 and looked much younger) and our positions at the company. It could have been ugly if it hadn’t worked out. We’ve been inseparable since our first date, and our 13th wedding anniversary is next month.

42

34 years, and this is complicated. :slight_smile:

My sophmore year in college I hung out with two girls, who often visited our floor because the roommate of one of them took Judo from our freshman year hall tutor. One of them, call her M, lived in New York, and I went out with her randomly a few times over the summer. In January we had an Independent Activities Period, where we got to stay in school and take ungraded seminars, but were basically free. My now wife went to music camp with this girl, and came up to visit. I didn’t pay much attention. The week before I had gone with M’s friend (who it turned out had a crush on me) to see M play in the orchestra in a Gilbert and Sullivan operetta. I discovered this was mostly to help sell tickets. I was a bit annoyed, so when I found M had invited her visiting friend to go pay and listen to her, I invited her visiting friend to go ice skating, the evening before she had to get her 1 am bus back home. And bing, that was it. It took over five years to get engaged, but it happened.

43

At a rehearsal for a play. I’m crew, she was in the cast, and the props mistress and I were working out how to make a breakaway chair and talking to the director about exactly what was needed, and the props mistress introduced me to her best friend, who I’ve now been with for a year and a half, known for maybe four years.

44

Through the SDMB. He icq’d me to ask what a word I used meant.

45

I suppose I should have finished the post before I hit ‘post quick reply’ rather than ‘go advanced’ :rolleyes:

He lived in Maryland, and I lived in Alberta. He came to visit me about four months after the initial contact (wherein I thought he was sorta weird) and we were engaged three months later. We married in July 2002.

46

I’ve told it a million times, but, truth be told, I kind of like it. :slight_smile:

The game Everquest is the reason I met my husband.

Five years ago. I met and played often with this guy who was in my guild, and we found we hit it off. We decided we liked each other enough to meet in person, and I flew out to Seattle to meet him. While there, I met his best friend, who was also one of our guildmates in the game. We all hit it off excellently, and I came home with a ring on my finger.

It was a crazy, whirlwind romance, all right… that got way out of control and ended in tears, and with him moving in with another woman. His best friend was disgusted by his actions, and kept calling me to make sure I was okay, letting me cry on his shoulder… he invited me back out to Seattle, but I refused to go back unless someone came and got me.

He came and got me. Those guys are no longer best friends, and we’ve been happily married for three years, come February.

47

I had a popular blog and he left a comment disagreeing with my position. He impressed me with a valid point.

48

Married 7 1/2 years, together for 11 1/2*.

In short, she was my boss. While my boss, we became best friends. While still my boss, we became “more than that”. We both quit our jobs at the same time, but have stayed together since.

Speaking quite objectively, she was the best boss I ever had (even before, uh, you know :wink: ). There was nobody I respected more professionally and looked up to more. The fact that she “liked” me really blew my mind (and it took a while for me to come around). But here we are. :slight_smile:

*though it’s 11 1/2 for me, she considers it 12 1/2, since she knew long before we’d be together; it just took some time for me to figure it out.

49

I met my wife on IRC Efnet, #wicca. We were both channel ops. We first started talking in November of ‘96 and got along really well together… hours long conversations almost every night with HUGE long distance bills resulting (this was before skype ;>) because she lived in upstate NY and I live in middle TN. We made plans to meet in march of 97’ over my birthday, the original plan was to meet in DC as a midpoint sort of neutral place and see all of the tourist stuff together as a vacation. Well, that fell through and she ended up just flying here. I’m glad we didn’t go someplace touristy because we wouldn’t have seen much. She came back in May with two suitcases and we’ve been together ever since, married for 8 years now. The funny thing is over the years, her parents have moved down here to be closer to the grandkids and via encouragement one of her good friends moved to north Georgia. Her parent’s next door neighbors back in NY and very close longtime friends of theirs are also considering moving down here. I joke that because we met on IRC I’m responsible for uprooting the lives of just about everybody she knows and transplanting them in the south. ;>

50

I’ve told this before too, but here ya go:

A friend’s cousin was in the habit of going on a cruise put together by a travel agent in Chicago. In 1984, he convinced a bunch of us to go with him, it was cheap, I was single.

At the airport I saw this girl wearing a pink dress and a cubs baseball cap. Friend’s cousin introduced us all. “eh, cute” I thought.

  • “cute” being my euphemism for really beautiful, but daffy

But a cub fan, how could I date her?

Second night out on the cruise, her and her friend had their annual “cruise fight” because the friend fell in love with the magician, and my girl - tired of being the wing-chick, scooted off to the casino where her and I sat and chatted for a few hours over the blackjack table.

The next night, I saw her in the disco and had just enough alcohol in myself to brave asking her to dance. We danced, then the music turned slow and almost - hell not almost - TOTALLY without giving it a thought I kissed her. She kissed back. We did it again.

We decided to go outside and watch the ocean (actually the Gulf of Mexico) pass by in the night and made out some more. An hour or so later, we were in her room, nicely arranging our clothes on the floor.

On the flight going home from Miami, the travel agent was handing out plane tickets - the seating having been determined in advance - and we sat next to each other all the way back to Chicago. While we were on the plane, I convinced her to dump the drama queen friend and come to my place to meet my folks, and I’d take her home later that night.

So she came home with me, met my folks. Dad, predictably loved her, and in the “Small World” department, we discovered that she lived around the corner from his dad, and in fact worked at the neighborhood department store where grandpa would take his hand made leather purses to sell.

This first week all happened against the backdrop of her precious cubbies blowing the 1984 NL playoffs to the Padres. In a feat of gargantuan heroics, I managed to NOT gloat and cheer as the Padres came from behind to win. On the other hand, the sympathetic sex was really good, so that was it’s own reward, eh?

Six months later, to the day, I used false pretense to get her back to the Delta terminal at O’Hare. I told her my roommate from the cruise was going to pass through on a layover and we’d go meet him for a drink. When we got to the gate we met at, there were about 75-100 people at the next gate waiting for their flight. I got to one knee and proposed as close to the actual spot where we were introduced as I could. The people at the next gate gave us a nice round of applause.

51

Very cool.

52

46 years ago I was a lifeguard, and one of my friends (hey, Mabel) used to come and talk to me…actually, except for the perks, lifeguarding is mostly pretty boring except for bouts of true adrenaline rushes… At any rate, I sang bass in the Acapella choir, Mabel sang tenor, and we sounded pretty strange. One day Mabel brought along a friend of hers (Linda) who sang saprano. So we sounded better, sorta.

At any rate, I was going with an Italian girl at the time (who didn’t sing); she would just sunbathe while I worked. In the passage of time, I begin to get into discussions with this Linda; I didn’t talk with the Italian girl much. So one day, my friend Mabel says that South Pacific was coming to the local theater. Since we had been singing the songs from the musical, she wanted to go to the movie. I knew my girlfriend wouldn’t want to go, and didn’t care if I went with Mabel, who was no threat to her; I told Mabel I would pick her up at her house Friday night.

When I arrived at Mabel’s, she came out and hopped into the car. She then told me that she wanted to stop by Linda’s on the way to the movie. “OK” I said, and off we went. When we got to Linda’s, I went up and knocked on the door…and out came this Girl In A Pink Spaghetti Strap Dress. Wow!

We walked down the sidewalk to the car. Mabel hopped out, Linda slid into the middle of the seat between Mabel and I, and the rest is…well…pleasant.

Been married to Linda for 42 years. She still has a lot of opinions…we still talk over dinner in resturants…

53

EJ and I met in alcohol & drug rehab in 1991.

Sober ever since, and still together!

:cool:

54

I was fronting the company band at a charity talent show. There were a number of companies playing that Friday night; we were one of them.

When our turn came, the boys and I took the stage. As we often did at these kind of things, the guys would plug in guitars and whatnot, and do a quick tuneup. I’d spend these few minutes “warming up the crowd,” as it were; my attempts at a little standup comedy, establishing a rapport with the audience, and so on. When the guys were ready, off we went. For some reason that time, we had “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” as our first song. When we finished our little set (like I said, there were a number of company charity bands there that night), we left the stage, put away our instruments and prepare to do our thing for the charity by patronizing the charity bar that was set up in the venue.

On Monday morning, I was at the office. My phone rang.

“Are you the guy who sang ‘The Devil Went Down to Georgia’ on Friday night?” asked a pleasant woman’s voice.

I admitted I was.

“Just wanted you to know how much I liked you doing that song. You really did it well, and…”

We chatted for a bit. Of course, I thanked her for the compliment. But when it came time to say goodbye, she asked, “Could we meet for a coffee sometime?”

No harm there, I thought, and we arranged a meeting for coffee. “But,” I said, “you know what I look like because you saw me on stage. There were a lot of people in the audience though, and I have no idea who you are. How will I recognize you?”

“I’ll find you,” she said. “It’ll be like half-a-blind date.”

So I showed up at the appointed time and place. As I was waiting at the counter for my coffee, I looked around the coffee shop. Honestly, the prettiest young lady in the place was waving at me, and pointing to herself. It was her! And she was beautiful! When I got my coffee, I went over and we started talking.

And we’ve never stopped. That was eight years ago, and she is now my wife.

Of course, we laugh about the fact that other couples generally have nice, sweet, sentimental songs as “their” songs. Ours is, of course, “The Devil Went Down to Georgia.” Which I will still sometimes do at karaoke, just for her.

55

AOL. He was profile hunting, saw some Latin stuff in my profile and we ended up chatting about all things Roman. After a few weeks of IMing and chatting on the phone, we went out. I almost didn’t go, I was just 18 at the time and he said he was 25. He was actually 27, but 25 was already pushing it for me, so I’m glad he lied. :slight_smile: We went out to play pool, I remember taking secret swigs off his beer and stealing secret glances at his very nice butt. After he failed to teach me to play pool decently, we went to Carrow’s for pie.

We had a confusing first year where he didn’t sort his feelings out and I went off with someone else, but he decided he liked me back and I decided the guy I was with was a twerp. We moved in together more than 6 years ago, we’ve been married for 2 this past Nov. 9th. And his butt is still very nice. :smiley:

56

My husband was my late brother’s best friend. I met hubby at my brother’s house in 1977. Thought he was very cute and funny, but no bells rang. We were pals for a couple of years, fell in love in 1979, and got married in 1980. My brother wasn’t very happy about any of this, since it ultimately meant that he got to spend less time with both of us.

57

Only Mostly Dead and I met on a blind date set up by my friend (who also happened to be his ex). That was 5.5 years ago and the organizer of our blind date was the Best Woman at our wedding in June. (FWIW, we both joined the dope much later.)

58

Here. I had started a really controversial thread in Cafe Society (I had no idea it would cause such a shit storm) and for some reason he decided I needed defending and threw himself under the bus of the SDMB Majority Opinion. :stuck_out_tongue: I sent him an email to ask what on earth he thought he was doing, and we ended up first emailing then IMing. There was absolutely no intention of anything but friendship when it started. We talked via IM and email several times a day. It was very comfortable.
Then, the bottom fell out of my world. He was there. Every day. He never tried to take advantage, or try to push an agenda. He was the best friend I could hope to have there for me in that kind of situation. And a few months later, I realized how close we’d gotten over the previous year or so, and how much I relied on him. I finally got the courage up to tell him that. He laughed and said “I was wondering when you were going to get around to figuring that out.” He’s still my biggest cheerleader. And my best friend. And we still have great, three hour discussions about absolutely nothing.

Oh, and he’s still wrong about the whole not letting Pete Rose in the HoF thing, but he’s adorable when he gets all stubborn about his convictions, so I forgive him for that.

59

At a restaurant.

I was by myself, she was with other people, but seated kinda apart on a barstool.

She caught my eye and I threw all caution to the wind, walked up to her and said the dumbest thing one could say in a situation like that (I wasn’t “blithering” exactly, but I most certainly felt like an idiot):

“Excuse me, I know you are probably married, but I just wanted to tell you that you are the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life”

:smack:

Q

60

I met him on the pier. Really.

I was the shipping manager at a company that chartered their ships from a sister company. He was the Chief Mate and in charge of drawing the loading plan. I met him my second day at the job (his first week at the job too).

We moved together almost 12 years ago, broke up for over a year and got back together and married the same week in 2003.