I was walking across my dorm lobby when a handsome young man approached me and asked “Are you one of the people I’m waiting on?” “Uh, no, who are you waiting on?” Turns out he was waiting on some people from the summer theater group, and asked me if I’d like to go to the play with him. I told him no, thanks, I had a date that night.
When I got back from my date he was sitting on the dorm steps. We talked all night. That was in 1978; we got married in 1989.
Me too! Well, we met in a bar, introduced by a mutual friend. We went fishing on our first date.
The next day, he called and won me over with “Miss me yet?”
10th anniversary this past November 1.
My son was dating her daughter. He told me it wasn’t working out for them, but I should check out the mom.
We had our 21st wedding anniversary last August. 
Ever since then, there’s been a limit to just how mad I can get at that boy!
“I met him at the candy store
He turned around and smiled at me
You get the picture? (yes, we see)
That’s when I fell for (the leader of the pack)”
Dude was makin’ a run to stock up for the munchies the “Pack” was gonna have later that night.
Sorry, but a biker at a candy store? :rolleyes:
Anyway… couldn’t resist throwing this one in.
Consider this your “intermission” break.
Quasi
I’d met a guy in a roleplaying chat room I used to spend a lot of time (read over 8 hours a day) in, and was in a “relationship” with him. There were a couple of chat rooms that we both frequented, where we had a whole bunch of mutual friends. Being a terrible introvert, the friends I had online were mostly my only friends apart from my housemate at the time and another friend back home in Adelaide.
Anyay, we’d been talking on the phone and in chat every day for at least 3 or four years, and I’d been in the process of making plans to fly from Australia to Florida to meet him and spend some real time with him for the first time (in late '02). Then he turned around and told me he’d gotten cold feet, didn’t want to go through with it and was getting involved with another girl from the chat room. I was devastated, had a $1500 plane ticket to Florida that I’d not really been able to afford, and nowhere to stay when I got there. So I returned the plane ticket, got my money back (minus the deposit, which sucked) and withdrew myself from both of the chatrooms because I couldn’t face seeing him there, or any of our mutual friends.
I still had the roleplaying bug, however, and was really annoyed that he’d essentially driven me away from my favourite hobby. So I went looking for alternate places to play online. I eventually found a cyberpunk/supernatural-themed MUX(MUSH? Definitely not a MUD) called Nightscapes and started roleplaying in there. While talking with some other players in the OOC lounge one night I made a joke about there being no good guys in Aus and that I was sick of guys from the US jerking me around so I’d best start looking for a nice English boy. One of the players in there turned out to be a nice English boy, who was staying in the US for a couple of months with a friend of his who he’d met through the MUX as well. We started just chatting about general things, and through the game our characters started a storyline relationship and it carried on from there. We met in-game almost every day, and eventually progressed to making phone calls every day or so to each other.
In mid '03 he came to visit me in Australia and lived with me for 3 months. By the end of it I knew I didn’t want him to go back home, and we started making plans for him to come and live in Australia permanently. He landed back here in June '04 and we got married in Jan '05. We’re still working on getting him permanent residency, and we’re happily in love still all mushy and wonderful.
I should have learnt my lesson after the first relationship went south (especially as it wasn’t the first online “friendship” I’d had that couldn’t last the distance) but I’m glad I didn’t because I wouldn’t have met him otherwise.
I was teaching a writing class, and she was my best student. (No snickering…she earned that A!)
After the semester was over, I moved across the country to Seattle and we kept in touch by email for about a year. Then she flew in for a 5-day visit…and never left. That was '97. We got married in '01.
I met her here.
Whatta kwinky-dink. Me, too. Except, a different her.
We met in a bar. I had seen him before, and I asked him to shoot some pool. He beat me! I’m pretty good, but most of the time guys try to let you win. But not him! I was smitten.
We talked a few times, and eventually found out that he and my son were born in the same small town in Ohio (as was son’s dad.) And that our mothers were both named Dorothy, and went by Dottie. Lots of odd stuff in common. Like which way to hang the toilet paper! It was so much fun comparing little trivial stuff, and finding out that we agreed on so many things.
Our first date, I asked him if he wanted to go to a Dopefest. Not having a clue, he readily agreed. We went and drank beer and ate seafood, then went out dancing later.
We married a year later, and will celebrate our third anniversary in February.
There’s quite a few of us who’ve met there, aren’t there… 
87 years post-fact, there is still a sign, in every ML clubhouse, No Betting On Games. Period.
Four score and seven years… as it were… 
“Who’s your moderator? Who’s your moderator?!?”
Okay, that was in bad taste.
Currently I am still seeing my girlfriend of 4 years, although to say it has been on and off again would be kind. We met while working together over the summer at a local beach lifeguarding. She was 16, I was 21. Yes I was a very bad person and could not stop myself. Yes I still receive much ribbing over it to this day. Currently she is studying abroad over near Amsterdam. I just got back from a nearly 3 week venture over there in which we saw more than enough of Europe together.
Met my soon-to-be-ex-husband while riding my bike past what turned out to be a woman’s house with whom I was recently acquainted through work. She was coming out of her front door and waved me over to introduce me to the new cute guy she just hooked up with. It was about 8:30 or 9 a.m. - they had clearly spent the night togehter. They were going out for breakfast and invited me along. I really hit it off with him and she wound up kind of left out of the conversation throughout the meal. The next day, he came to our office and walked past her desk to mine to ask me out. We were married 3 years later.
Now eight years after that, we are divorcing. The first time I went out after the split, I went to a bar and there was only one stool left in the place. I sat down and wound up talking for hours to the man next to me. He asked for my number and an agonizing week went by without a call. I finally e-mailed him the message: “You must have lost my number or surely you’d have called by now.” About a minute after I clicked the send button my phone rang and he said that is exactly what happened and asked me out. We are now CRAZY in love.
(my first official online post!)
(of course this one comes after the one that announced i’m online at last)
four years in august.
the divemaster and i met online through yahoolpersonals, believe it or not. turns out, he grew up in the same neighborhood in indianapolis that my aunt and uncle lived in AND used to play with my two oldest cousins!!! small world, indeed. we live just 10 miles apart, or a twelve-minute drive up interstate 69.
It’s a very long story, but it starts with her talking her friend into coming to pick me up so I wouldn’t have to go to jail. 
Well… I knew a guy in college who was Mr. Big Shot on campus. Your all-around athlete-with-a-4.0-GPA-and-still-as-nice-as-you-can-please to the point of irritating the crap out of you kind of guy… You know, the one all the <I>other</I> gals were swooning over. And as I was just starting to get to know him, he introduced me to his best friend… A comic book geek who can’t throw a football to save his life… Ahhh, love at first sight.
We got married five years later; Mr. Big Shot was the best man.
On an obscure lesbian chat room hosted in the UK. Neither of us can remember exactly how we each stumbled upon it.
She was living in North Dakota at the time, helping her mother take care of her father who was battling cancer. I was living in Atlanta. She was a quiet lurker in the chat, and I was a chatterbox with everyone. I remember looking up her profile long before we ever started really talking. I thought “North Dakota?? Who the hell lives in North Dakota? On purpose?” Her profile also stated that she composed her own music and played the piano. I distinctly remember wondering if she was actually talented or just one of those hacks who blows their own horn to come across as cool online.
A few days after a mutual online friend suggested that we had a lot in common, we eventually graduated to instant messengers, where we started trading pictures. We were talking about music one night and I sent her an mp3 file of me singing and playing guitar that my cousin had recorded on his computer. This helped to wear her down and after much urging, she agreed to send me a recording of her playing one of her compositions on the piano.
I hit play and immediately began to fall completely head over heels in love with her. It turns out she was amazingly talented, and as I wiped the tears from my eyes that were triggered by her wonderful music, I was typing as fast as I could trying to convince her to either call me or give me her phone number. We spoke on the phone for 6 hours that night, and for many hours every night after that. A few months later we met face to face in Las Vegas. We officially embarked on a long-distance relationship, traveling back and forth between our respective corners of the country, until she moved from ND to GA to live with me in November of last year.
We’re getting hitched this spring, Memorial Day weekend, and that will mark 2 years and a few months since our very first conversation.
At a dive bar called the Great Divide on my 23rd birthday, with a row of empty glasses in front of me. :rolleyes:
First he asked my girlfriend for a dance, but then he and I sort of connected.
He asked for a birthday dance, and later for my number. Five years later we married, it will be our 25th anniversary this coming May 1st.
I stole her from my friend.
Well, sort of. I met her at a buddy’s birthday party. E throws themed costume parties for everything, particularly his birthday. The theme for this one was his favorite, Alice in Wonderland.
I’d been in a relationship slump since breaking up with my girlfriend back in the US after moving to Japan, not dating despite lots of trying. I went out drinking with E, who lived in my area and was also single and looking, just about every week. We’d talk, drink, and start up conversations with just about any girl who was acceptably attractive (the standards of which got a lot less stringent as time and alcohol eroded our judgement). I’d gotten past the desperate stage and into the “I really don’t give a crap” stage. That, along with my growing realization of Gaijin Power, made me pretty much fearless. I’d gradually turned from a semi-introvert to a moderate extrovert.
E had icebreaker mini-games set up that were supposed to be performed when people got drinks. The turnout was pretty good, about 50 people or more. Even though I had to be sober for a while, I was in rare form that night, trying to make the party work well. The bartender wasn’t doing his job of browbeating people into doing silly stuff for beer, so I took over, standing next to the Wheel of Immorality and soliciting “volunteers” for the games that needed a partner. I spent about 30-45 minutes getting people to do stuff. It made a difference in the energy of the place, got people into more of a fun mood.
One of the guests I didn’t know was this little thing dressed up in a full-body bunny suit, including a hood with ears, with a vest over it. She was supposed to be the White Rabit. Earlier, someone had introduced the two of us, saying that she’d lived in San Diego for a while. I was running around doing stuff and had only talked to her for a few minutes. (According to her, our conversation went kind of like, “So, you’re from San Diego,” and I’d replied, “Not really, I was born and raised in northern California.” A few more sentences were exchanged and I took off). My first impression was that her English was really good, with almost no accent. I had no idea what she really looked like, though, under the shapeless fur, hood, and a bunny nose strapped to her face with elastic. I thought she might be kind of cute, but who could tell?
Later, when I was doing game enforcement, her game was supposed to be giving someone a piggy-back ride. I said, “So, how about it?”
She looked up at me and said, “I don’t think so!” She was about chin-high to me and even though I was built a bit lighter then, I was still pretty solid, almost twice her weight. So, I gave her a piggy-back ride, and she got her beer. Everyone was happy.
Not long after that, I had to drive to the train station to pick up another buddy and a few other guests who were arriving with him. When I got back, I could start drinking. After a few beers, mingling with the new guests, and getting into the party, I went outside to chill out for a while. As I was sitting there, this hottie sat down next to me and said, “Hi, how’s it going?” I had no idea who she was until she said, “I was wearing a bunny costume earlier, but it was too hot, so I took it off.” Man, was I glad she did. She’d been hiding a nice trim little body and cute face under the fur.
She told me that she’d been looking for me. I told her about the station pickup. We talked for a while, until the mutual friend discreetly told me that K (the cutie in the bunny suit) was the girl that she was supposed to be setting up with E. Whoops! I was inadvertently working on cock-blocking a mate. It was getting close to the end of the evening by then, so I used mingling and saying good-bye to friends as an excuse to, if not avoid her, then make contact more casual. She made sure to give me her email address before she left with her friend, though.
She was supposed to go sightseeing with E and a couple of friends the next day. I went over to his place the day after that to see how it went, and he told me that he’d accidentally offended her by asking a slightly-too-personal question. He said, if I wanted to that I could go after her (he’d heard that she and I were kind of hitting it off at the party) since he’d probably screwed up too much to recover with grace. I sent her a casual email a couple of days later, figuring that nothing would happen.
Funny thing was, within a couple days of that party, I lined up two dates with girls I’d met a couple of weeks ago while out drinking (when it rains, it pours) and a week or so later, I ended up in the hospital with a couple of broken wrists (explaining the accident would make a long story even longer).
E told K that I was in the hospital. She sent flowers and a couple of days later came to visit, even though it was about a 2 hour trip for her. E told me, “Man, I think that chick really likes you.” I spent two weeks in the hospital and went back to the US for about another four weeks so that I wouldn’t have to stay in the hospital the whole time I recovered.
(With both arms in casts, you need someone to take care of you. It’s almost impossible to even wipe your own ass. If you have to choose between breaking both legs, like my room mate at the hospital, or breaking both arms, pick the legs. A wheelchair is cake compared to having someone feed you and undo your pants so you can take a leak. Well, okay, that part wasn’t so bad. At least half of the nurses in my hospital were kind of cute, and, let’s face it, that was the most my dick had gotten handled in the last year. The problem with having a cute nurse take out your equipment so that you can pee is that you have to take a minute or two to relax so that you don’t water the ceiling.)
She emailed me a couple times a week the whole time I was away. She invited me to her first studio Flamenco show a month after I got back. I went to dinner with her and some of the people from the studio after the show, she offered me a place to stay. A month later, several visits back and forth by both of us, and I was calling her my girlfriend. Appropriately enough, that happened at a huge Halloween party thrown by E.
About two years later, I started looking at rings. A couple of years after that (monetary issues and life intervened) I proposed. We got married this September.
She says that my disappearance from the party and the forced separation through my trip to the US clinched things for her. She might not have been as attracted to me if I were available. You want what you can’t have. It’s true what they say, boys ‘n’ girls, if you want to hook that person, foster some attraction and then put obstacles in the way. The determination to overcome the obstacles will put you half in love with each other in no time.