That’s not shallow, that’s not even un-Christian. That’s realistic and being honest with yourself. There has to be enough visual appeal for the beholder - as in beauty is in the eye of the.
Mrs. Tango and I met at work. We worked together in the same department, our desks about 10 feet apart, for 3 years before we started dating. We then dated for 3 years, never lived together until we got married, and we’ve been married 12 years.
Try the online dating, but don’t put off meeting for too long. Also try taking a class, or joining a club.
Online, at the old Yahoo personals. I had, in a moment of post-widowhood madness, created a profile, which I deleted the next day, but my membership was good for a month. And one nite, I sent him a note. Closed the laptop, and looked at it a couple of days later. Turned out he lived about 3 miles from me. 8 years +. God bless Al Gore. ;/
My husband isn’t hawt. Except to me. And it took quite a while before I started thinking that he was hawt in my eyes.
He’s old and wrinkled and his hair is really whispy. We knew each other for a couple of years before his wife died. I was his best friend during that painful time. After she died, I was his support system. I’m 20 years younger than him, but when he had his heart attack and surgery, I was there in sickness and health for him.
I never wanted to fall in love with someone 20 years older than me. I never wanted to leave my home and move to a different state.
It happened, we got married and I can’t even start to tell you how happy I am. My husband is soooo hawt in my eyes.
So, I typed this out to tell you to stop looking at how hawt the guys look. Go for the mind and heart.
It was a Friday night, before a long holiday weekend. We met in the “back room” of a gay porn theater. He was surrounded by maybe 8-10 guys (yes, he draws attention wherever he goes) and I was alone, maybe 15-20 feet away. Since he’s so tall, he could look over the heads of his “admirers,” and make steady eye contact with me. Guys like him are rarely interested in guys like me, so I just assumed he’d wind up with one of the other guys, so I pretty much ignored him. Finally he broke free of his admirers, walked directly to me and said, “let’s go someplace more private.” We wound up at my place, where we remained all weekend. That was over 25 years ago, and we’re still together.
We met at church, so it can work, but it was a start up church with lots of singles. I was seeing someone else at the time, but we broke up a few months later. After that it was a case of my chasing her until she caught me. Our 31st anniversary was a couple of months back.
Sounds kind of - trite? - but prom. I went to a friend’s Senior prom as his date, and my now husband was there with his girlfriend. (is that romantic enough for you, Shodan?).
We then knew each other for another eleven years before we started dating.
Hey, it was plenty romantic. Our eyes met through the perforated steel grill of 3-weapon rated fencing masks, and as he closed into measure, I parried his steel and retreated a few steps. He advanced once more, still determined, not wishing to be thwarted, to move in with his blade once again, and having gained my blade and the advantage, he decided to thrust his point home to win the bout. I coyly demurred and retreated to safe measure once again, denying him the satisfaction…
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At which point he uttered “oh, stand still already, so I can stab you.”
We met on a dating site. I was in the middle of executing an estate while trying to juggle school and didn’t have time to date, but we chatted online for maybe two months until things settled down and then I asked to meet. We hit it off right away and have been dating about six months so far.
I love all these stories. I met my husband while fitting him with eyeglasses. He came back a few days later with fresh squeezed orange juice. The big boss happened to be there and hired him for a job. I ended up training him. He died a five years ago and I am open to a new relationship.
She signed her son up for Taekwondo lessons. About four months later, her marriage disintegrated. A year after that, my marriage disintegrated. About eight months after that, I worked up enough nerve to ask her out and she worked up enough nerve to say yes.
Our first “date” was on April 17, 1993. We went to an Astros game. The Astros won, and so did I. We tied the knot on our 20th anniversary of being together.
Suburban Plankton and I met in college (December 1990!). I was dating my ballroom dance partner who was a friend of a friend of his. We were at a gathering and he was there to meet up with some other girl.
Long story short: I broke up with my partner because while he was great at dancing he wasn’t really my type. SP never hooked up with that girl. My ex and his “missed connection” went home at semester’s end. SP and I both lived in town. By New Years, he and I were dating. We celebrated 20 yrs of marriage in May.
I am really glad I’m not trying to date now. If I were, I would probably start with some of the guys from high school who I’ve gotten back in touch with on Facebook, or maybe some of the guys who work at the animal shelter where I volunteer.
As my 25th high school reunion has been getting organized via Facebook over the last year, some reconnecting has occurred! First the organizers stepped up their relationship and got married; now a couple who’ve been divorced over a decade are giving it another go and may remarry the week after the reunion. There’s been some other flirting as well, this reunion may turn out to be a heck of a weekend.
At work. Her office was across the hall from mine, so we saw each other all the time. We hit it off, obviously, because we’re married today. Neither of us works at that firm anymore, by the way, although that had nothing to do with our relationship.
Husband and I were technically coworkers, but we didn’t meet face to face for two years. At the time, we were both working for a large midwestern bank. I was in Kansas City, he was in St. Louis. We were both assigned to a project where we had a good working relationship, but never actually met - everything was done by phone and e-mail. Right after the project, his marriage collapsed, and he took the opportunity to transfer to Memphis. I sent him an Elvis mug as a going away gift. We stayed in touch and 6 months later, we were both invited to the same wedding in Memphis for two other coworkers. He asked me to be his date and offered to meet me at the airport. We finally met face to face that weekend. That was 17 years ago. Our 14th wedding anniversary is next week.
I married a belly dancer I met in Las Vegas. How could I pass up the stud points for that?
I had joined the board a while before, but never met anyone here IRL nor been to Vegas, so when a former member arranged a Dopefest weekend I figured I might as well. Zyada and I hit it off, mailed back and forth, started phoning, started visiting, and here we are, married eight years and counting. (Maybe I shouldn’t say “counting”; we’re both calendar- impaired enough that we both missed our fifth anniversary. Maybe that’s why we still act like newlyweds. :D)
(And, yes, I had to look up the year we were married.)
