Congratulations, Sleel!
We met on a local BBS with both of us using our spiffy new Commodore 64s. My first words directly to him were “Dear One.”
We talked on our computers and the telephone for two months before impulsively deciding to meet. We’ve never really been apart since then.
On New Year’s Day we will celebrate our 21st Wedding Anniversary. He’s a keeper.
My boyfriend and I met in May 2004, playing the MMORPG Final Fantasy XI. The reason we started talking is we both named our avatars after characters in George R. R. Martin’s Songs of Ice and Fire books.
We apparently impressed the other with our intelligence and coolness, which is an amazing feat considering what huge dorks we both are. 
He sent me a dozen red roses that Christmas, and pictures, some CDs, and a letter followed shortly after.
For various reasons, we didn’t meet in person until this September, but we got a lot of mileage out of the month. We got together for a Labor Day BBQ weekend in NE Ohio, where he lives, and spent our evenings as happy lumps on a couch watching Battlestar Galactica DVDs. Then about two weeks later, we went to Hawaii for a friend’s wedding, and spent our evenings as happy lumps in bed watching Battlestar Galactica DVDs.
He’ll visit me in LA early next year; if he likes it here, he’ll be moving in.
Being apart is difficult, but staying together is practically effortless. We’re very happy.
Thanks. The wedding went well, despite our having planned it ourselves. Word of advice, if you’re planning a wedding from overseas, you might think about getting a wedding planner. We didn’t. Big mistake. My fault. But it worked out in the end.
Slight follow-up. I talked to her last night about what she remembers from when we met and she said that I didn’t make a good first impression. After my contradictory reply to her “So, you’re from San Diego?” comment, she said I made it worse by asking where she had lived (answer: Oceanside) and then saying, “Oceanside’s not San Diego. San Diego is way farther south. Oceanside is North County.” Apparently, I came across as slightly dismissive and killed her small-talk. She also said that I didn’t send her email; she emailed me first when I went to the US.
So, when I first met her, I contradicted her, undercut one of her ideas, didn’t bother to make good conversation, ignored her, flirted with her then disappeared for a while, and then didn’t get in touch with her after that night. I didn’t even realize I was being that much of a jerk from her point of view. Moral of the story: assholes get chicks.
Oh, yeah, she probably got a little Nightingale Syndrome when she came to see me all pathetic with both arms casted up to the shoulder. Sometimes I feel like I’m living a cliché. I mean, all I have to do is write her as a Spunky Heroine (not too hard considering that all I’d have to do is slightly exaggerate her real personality) me as the Infuriating, Yet Strangely Appealing Love Interest, use 80% real events, and I’ve got a romance novel. <shudder>
I love that story! 
Our story:
My SO’s dad and my dad are very good friends. They go out to dinner about once a week.
His mom and my dad grew up together. They lived in the same neighborhood as children.
His stepdad’s brother lived next door to my mother and I for years when we were growing up.
He and I went to the same high school, lived less than 10 miles apart throughout a good portion of our childhoods.
His great-uncle (?) married my dad’s aunt…they both died in 2005…about four months after he and I discovered each other.
Here. Despite all of the connections in our past, we spent almost 30 years without meeting. The one I was looking for all my life was right in front of me and I never knew it. The night I replied to his post we spent all night emailing each other. Three days later, I came home from Atlanta, and spent all night talking to him at his job even though I had to drive back to Atlanta that night (I think I got home at 5AM and had to be at work at 8!). We spend hours almost every day just talking to each other. He’s the most incredible man I’ve ever known. I’m completely smitten all over again every time I see him.
We met at a psychology conference 10 1/2 years ago. After that we were working in the same place, so I couldn’t ask her out. After I finished and turned in my keys, I called and left a message asking her on a date. I moved in reasonably soon thereafter and we had a commitment ceremony 8 1/2 years ago. We had a civil union in Vermont 5 1/2 years ago and got married in Oregon, but all of those same-sex marriages were voided by the court. I think we’ll go to Canada to get legally married reasonably soon.
Good to hear you’re happy, Jaade. Ain’t being in love grand? 
We met here - May 2002; he posted and I responded. He liked my response and asked a friend (who is/was also a member here) if it was ok if he emailed me (he didnt’ want to look like some weirdo stalker). She said sure but that she thought I was only in my early 20’s (I wish!). Anyway, he emailed and was lovely. That first email was sent on the Friday - after many emails back and forth and, on the Sunday, a 7 hour phone call, we told each other we “I love you” on the Monday. A week later he flew over from London to see me, 15 months after our first email we were married (August 2004). Totally and utterly happy and contented and madly, madly in love.
I couldn’t possibly tell you how happy he makes me, dear. I’m so lucky. I’m glad to see you are still taking care of my girl.
We had known each other slightly for about 7 years. Sally and a previous girlfriend of mine had taken some graduate classes together and Sally had been to my house once or twice back then. Sally became employed in my field of work (but not in my company) and would call me regularly for advice. She was actually kind of a pain at times, since she wanted to argue the answers (I’m lucky enough to be in a position that if I say it is true, it IS true.) Sally would always say, “I’ll buy you a beer someday.” but I never ran into her so it didn’t happen. After previous girlfriend and I broke up I would sometimes wonder about Sally but since she was married I never tried to set a time to have a beer.
Last spring, on my way home from supper with friends I stopped off at a nice restaurant to have a martini. Sally was there with one of her friends and immediately let me know that she was divorced. We talked about computers (she was looking at buying a Mac). I didn’t think much about it but gave her my personal card and told her to call me if she had further questions.
The next day she called and invited me to go out dancing with her and some friends. I did, we had a few more dates and now we’re a couple.
It’s been great, except that she sometimes wants to talk about work issues and I don’t (after hours). But I do. And she still tries to argue with me.
This summer we worked on two of my New Years Resolutions - to visit every hot springs resort and brewery in Montana. I am so lucky to have a woman who likes to camp, drink a little booze and go soak in hot springs.
whistlepig
~blushes~
You are talking about me, right?
And I’m glad to see you’re still taking care of our girl. She’s special.
Mrs. Mercotan sat behind me in US history class back in 11th grade. I’d just transferred in before school started. She asked me if I was new, knowing full well I was.
A few days later, she came in with her homework all typed up. I asked her if she did anything besides study. She said “I go out, if I’m asked”.
I eventually managed to overcome my inherent shyness (not atypical for a 15 year old) and asked her to the homecoming dance. That was 33 years ago.
~kisses~ Always.
Mo and 6, miss you guys! Love ya!
Twenty years and counting…
We met at college–he was nineteen and precocious (it was his third year) and I was a 27 year old reentry student, married with two kids. I was walking through the cafeteria and overheard him arguing with a friend about who was the better guitarist, Jimmy Page or Eric Clapton. I turned around and told them they were both fulla shit, because Jeff Beck kicked both Page & Clapton’s ass… took one look at that over tall, too skinny, longhaired, bignosed, grey eyed vampire lookin’ guy and got all “whoa!” inside. He tells me he was incredibly irritated at this brassy broad interrupting his conversation–until he got a look at me and realized I was the one he’d been dreaming about since he was a very small child. We made a point of meeting up often and arguing fiercely about nothing much, fell in love but fought it for a year and a half, ran up some bigass phone bills, then said “fuckit” and hooked up. We’ve had some rough spots and have broken up once or twice, but we can’t seem to ever find anyone who suits us better so we’ve decided to be smart and learn to live with each other amicably. We’re best friends, and that’s what we miss the most when we’re apart from each other…
I was online romantically involved. But I had this very odd schedule. So I had chat buddies from all time zones. One day I was just bored and wanting to yikyak/chitchat with someone. So I messaged this person on a yahoo group that I had seen was around when I was around a lot. Always interesting. Always funny.
Said hi, and that was it. He’s the most interesting person I’ve ever met.
The other relationship didn’t work. (A freethinker and a SoBap will never work–ya’ll, don’t even try. He was sweet though.)
We’re at four years. Who knows the future?