I meet my SO through some personals website. I replied to her ad and we meet each other on just a friendly basis for the first time about a week or two later. The first time I saw here I knew it was over. My heart belonged to her and nobody else. I can still close my eyes look back and feel the butterflies from the first time I saw here. That was about a year and 3 months ago. We are happy and we move in together in the beginning of May which will hopefully be the start of something great and new for us.
Online at an adult BBS I used ro be a moderator on. We’ve been together for about eight years and will have been married for three this June.
We met at a mutual friend’s party. Strangely enough, everybody there had thought that the mutual friend in question and I would hook up that night - so ha! We proved them wrong! 
We’ve been together for almost ten months now. ::sappy romantic smile::
In MPSIMS, and then on ICQ and Yahoo Messenger.
Then, we spoke on the phone. Then I started looking at airline prices.
Then, I bought a plane ticket and flew to Stockholm, Sweden.
After going through customs, I finally got to meet Anniz. She’s sitting beside me now, doing her nails while I type this post.
Derek (aka “Mr. Jeannie”) lived down the block from me when we were in grade school. My mom used to always make me walk home from school with other kids from the neighborhood. I joined band in 4th grade. In 5th grade, I moved into “senior band” which meant that I had to stay late two days a week. Mom made me walk home with Derek (one year older than me) and his brother Mark (one year older than Derek). Mom always thought they were both “such nice boys,” as in the kind I should marry some day. After my 7th grade year, I didn’t see them anymore. (They still lived down the block, but I just never saw them).
Almost five years ago, I went to try out for a play in my parish. I was familiar with most of the people there, since I had been in that group since I was nine. But there was this really cute guy that I had never seen before. He was hanging around with a couple guys who were seniors in high school, so I figured he was only 17 or so. Then my friend told me, “Hey, that’s Derek!” I could not believe it. I didn’t give him much thought after that. Throughout the rehearsals, we barely talked, figuring that we didn’t have much in common. When he signed my program (as is the tradition among cast and crew) he wrote, “My parents think we’re getting married someday. They keep telling me what a nice girl you are.” We thought that was pretty funny.
After the play ended, my friend (same one who was in the play with us) got free passes for paintball. We recruited one other person, but needed a fourth. She suggested we call Derek. So I called and asked, and he said “sure” because he didn’t have anything better to do. I called a few days later to make final plans for the paintball outing. We talked for close to three hours, then went to my friend’s house. After hanging out there, he walked me home, and we talked more. That night was when I developed my crush on him. We started hanging out on a semi-regular basis.
Two months after the paintball day, I told him how I felt. He said he felt the same way. A year later, we were engaged, and almost two years after that, we got married. (oh, and his parents still live down the block from mine)
I met my husband December 1, 1997. My sister invited me over to meet this guy who she knew from work. He ignored me and refused to answer any questions I asked. I thought he hated me, he says now that he was too shy to talk to me because I was the prettiest woman he had ever seen. We started talking on the phone and every night he would come over to eat and watch a movie with me. By the end of the month we both knew we wanted to be together and since he was moving out of state we went ahead and got married on December 31, 1997.
Met my husband (now my ex) in the hospital at Clark Air Force Base in the Philippines. He was a Peace Corps volunteer in Northern Luzon, I was a flight attendant for a company that was ferrying military personnel in and out of Vietnam. He was hospitalized with an eye infection that damaged a cornea, I had some mysterious symptoms (some years later diagnosed as Toxic Shock Syndrome), my roommate was a young woman with amoebic dysentery. He came to visit her, we met, and the romance took off from there.
Best story is my Croatian grandmother’s. She was 19 and had already turned down marriage proposals from two men in her village. This pretty well exhausted the prospects so her grandmother submitted her name to a mail-order bride company. She accepted a proposal from a man working in the mines in Lead, South Dakota. He enclosed a picture of himself - he was twenty-six years old and saving everything he made in order to marry and raise a family. She made the trip from Dalmatia to Marseilles to New York to Lead. He met her at the train and as it turned out, the picture he enclosed was not of himself. He was in his late fifties. My grandmother refused to marry him and found herself work in a boarding house where she washed gold miner’s clothes by hand. It was there that she met my grandfather, another Croat, and they married two years later after she repaid the first man for her passage. That marriage lasted fifty years.
I play pool, it is one of the few things I’m very good at. A friend of mine owned a bar and I used to go in there a lot(discounts on drinks and pool). One problem, out of 20 house sticks there was only one that was in good shape, so I always grabbed that one when I walked in the bar.
One Saturday afternoon I go in there to find a game and have a few drinks. I look for the stick and it was being used by a woman and her girlfriend, I really wouldn’t call it playing pool, but…I started messing around on the other table, after awhile, a friend came in and we were going to play a few games(for money).
This woman and her friend were taking a break from play. I asked her if I could use the stick, she agreed if I would return it when they started again. After a couple of games she comes back for the stick and I’m in the middle of a game. I want to give it back after I’m through with it, but she wants it now, “you promised!” I really don’t know why, but I said: I’ll take you out for diner, if you’ll let me keep the stick.
It’s now 12 years, two kids, two dogs later, and she still can’t play pool very well.
Well, the first time I layed eyes on him, before I actually met him, he was a cartoon.
If anybody’s familar with “Stan Mack’s Real Life Funnies”. It used to run in the Village Voice. He does interviews of interesting people and turns them into comic strips. Apparently my SO is an interesting person. Well, what Stan thought was interesting was him supporting himself in film school by street performing in Washington Square. He jumped over six trash cans on a skateboard.
What girl could fail to be impressed?
I was sharing a small apartment with a friend my junior year of college. Through a girl at work I met this kid who was pretty much just slumming around town, crashing where he could, and we got to be friends. About then, my roommate went home to house-sit for her father for a week and a half or so, so I let this guy sleep on my couch. All went well, but then my roommate returned and pretty much threw a fit, wanting him out. Long story short–he made plans for a couple of guys he had met over the summer to greyhound it up from W. Virginia (we were in Ohio) and head out to the East Coast with him. A couple days later, they called to say they’d be in that night–a friend of theirs wanted in and was giving them a ride up. The four of us hung out all weekend, and the driver and I ended up getting fairly ‘friendly’ in what I assumed was a casual way. They left for Boston a couple days later, and to my surprise driver-boy actually kept in touch. He called every day, we talked like old friends from the very beginning it seems. Three weeks later he was back on my doorstep–a week after that he drove down to W.Virginia, packed up his stuff, and moved in with me. We were married a year ago this past October, exactly 2 years to the day from when we had first met, and our first child is due May 21.
Fate–go figure
We were in Greece on an exchange program with a school in Sparta. We knew each other’s names before that, but had never really talked. Anyway, it was an 11 day trip, and we had been kindof hanging out since the 4th day when there were too few chairs at the cafe we had gone to and she had to sit on my lap - a nice experience, but I had no idea it would lead to everything that it has. A couple days later, we took a trip to this ancient island fort whose name translated to “Only Way” (I can’t recall the actual name of the place). There was a stone church up on top of a cliff, and our group climbed up the little winding road to see it. The view from the top was beautiful - it was sunny and the water there is a stunning shade of blue-green - so I went and sat on the edge of the cliff to look out. When she came and sat with me (even though she’s afraid of heights), I knew things were going to change for us. Been with her since…
[sub][sup]too bad I can’t do the story justice…[/sub][/sup]
Le Sang
My wife and I met in a psychology class our senior year of college. This was early 70s, the height of the touchy-feely encounter group type stuff…you know, you fall backwards and trust the other person to catch you, etc.
So we had a class that featured this sort of thing, and we were doing a bit where you got a partner and put your hand on the side of his/her face in a totally non-threatening, non-sexual way and look into each other’s eyes. I was partnered with this poor little rich girl who absolutely couldn’t handle this…eyes darting back and forth, and (as we used to say) freaking out to the point of hyperventilating, despite all my best efforts to reassure her.
Luckily, at some point we were directed to change partners, and the next one was my wife-to-be, who didn’t have any problem at all doing this.
Through this incident we became friends, but nothing more. We graduated, I went back to my hometown while she stayed in the university town for another five years. We visited each other on a few occasions, sent a few letters and cards, etc.
In 1978, she got married to the guy she’d been living with for the past four years – and my band played at her wedding reception (there are photos to prove it)! She and her husband moved from the college town shortly after that, and after a couple more years of cards at Christmas we fell out of touch.
Fast-forward to 1989…out of the blue I get a Christmas card from her. Our university has put out an Alumni Directory, and though I have no memory of submitting any information to it, I guess I did because I’m in it. She writes just to see how my life has turned out, etc.
Though I’m glad to hear from her, I never get around to responding, because at the time my first marriage is in the process of disintigrating and I’m not in a real good frame of mind.
Providentially, she sends another Christmas card in 1990. This time, I write back. She replies, and I learn that her own marriage has blown up in 1990 as well, though quite unexpectedly.
We begin corresponding, again just as friends at first. But it takes less than two months for it to deepen into something much more.
We haven’t seen each other since 1978. We’ve both plighted our troth, but only on the phone. I nervously undertake the six-hour drive to where she’s now living, she equally nervously awaits my arrival…and everything is more wonderful than either of us could imagine. And thank God, her kids even like me.
A few months of 300-mile trips in both directions every other weekend follow, and, as The Hollies once said, “By August she was mine.”
This August, we’ll celebrate our 10th anniversary. I’m a very lucky man.
I was 19 and on a church outing with my parents:rolleyes: We stopped into a deli to grab a sandwhich. The girl behind the counter…blonde bombshell. A face like an angel. HUGE…uh… Wow, I thought. Would I like to have that for lunch. Flirted a bit. Then, because of the folks, had to leave. Left w/o a name phone number, etc. Another one bites the dust, eh.
Several months later I’m at the airport (no parents this time:) ) waiting for a flight to Phoenix. And I saw her. I couldn’t believe it. She was waiting for a flight to Tampa. Talked to her for almost an hour, got a name and number, etc… Found out when she was coming back from Florida. I was at the airport waiting for her with roses. Smart move;). Started dating steady. The New years eve after that, I proposed, right at midnight, in front of both our families.
My dad said we were too young and it wouldn’t last a year. He was right. It didn’t last one year. It was just 21 years last december.
Three years ago I moved to the Boston area, transferred to the local McDonalds. I’d already been working at one in Florida for a few months, so I pretty much knew what I was doing already. Scott was training me. Since I knew the place already, we spent a lot of time talking about non-McDonalds realted stuff. We became good friends.
One night I was cleaning the icecream machine, and he came over to talk to me. We were both kneeling on the floor, and he noticed I had some chocolate on my finger. He took my hand in his, and sucked the sauce off. It was the single most sexiest thing anyone’s ever done to me, and it took place in a McDonalds. Go figure.
Fast forward to a late October night. We were both closing, nobody had a car. We were all walking home. My manager wouldn’t let me walk home alone, so Scott agreed to walk me home, and then walk back to his place. It started raining, we stood outside in the downpour, laughing, dancing, having a grand old time, and the scene ends wth us kissing under the streetlight. He ended up spending the night on my couch, the first in a long stream of couch visits.
Over the next 2 years, we were just friends, with benefits. He’d often spend the night at my place, and we’d hook up on my living room couch. If anyone asked either of us, of course we were just friends. And we were.
We lost contact for awhile, we didn’t talk for 3 or 4 months. When he called me out of the blue one day about a month ago, I was pleasnatly surprised, and we hung out for hours that night. Before he left, he leaned over, kissed me, and said “I don’t want to lose you again”. And I felt the same way. We still have our couch affairs, lasting until 5 or 6 in the morning (well, i don’t home until 2 from work!) But now when people ask about us, we can honestly say we’re more than friends. We’re taking it slowly, and if all goes according to plan, we’ll be engaged in about 12 years.
Short version: May of 1998. It’s a Tuesday night, and my junior prom is on Friday. I’m going with a friend of mine. I get an IM from the younger sister of a friend of mine (we talk occasionally, about school, her brother, etc.). A friend of hers needs a favor, and can the friend IM me? Sure… So the friend IMs me, and we talk. Her friend needs a date. For a junior prom. On Saturday. Am I available? (Quick recap: This is my friend’s younger sister’s friend’s friend.)
So I meet the girl on Saturday, and my jaw drops. She’s gorgeous. She’s beautiful. She’s unbelieveable. This girl had trouble finding a date? And she wants me?? Wow. Like … wow.
We spend some time (felt like hours, probably 20 minutes) in her kitchen talking about … school. And the weather. (I kid you not.)
Something clicks at the dance – she can’t dance, so we just kind of hug and sway the whole night. As we leave, I turn to say something to her and she kisses me. (She was shocked to find out later that I hadn’t been about to kiss her.)
We were together for a year after that, tried a long-distance relationship for another year, and I finally called it quits. I think we grew apart in the year away, but … it’s been 6 months and I’m still kicking myself for letting her slip away. 
[sub]Any advice for getting back together with an ex, when you go to school 400 miles apart? (During the summer we’re not so far away.) And she might be dating somebody else at school? Anybody? Help?[/sub]
I first saw her a week or two before I was actually introduced to her, dancing at a club I went to for the first time with a good friend of mine.
Said friend began dating a guy she met at that bar that night. He was still good friends with his ex-girlfriend, and my friend met her and made friends with her. She complained to my friend that she was cutting things off with her current boyfriend because he wouldn’t commit, but she was getting kinda horny - she asked my friend if she knew anyone single who she could hook up with for some non-committed sex. My friend suggested me, she decides she’d like to meet me.
My friend drags me back to this bar, but we stop by her boyfriend’s ex’s apartment to meet up with her. I’m introduced to my future wife, we talk a bit, smoke a joint. We go to the bar, she goes home with someone else, I go home alone. I wasn’t upset at all, I didn’t even know I was supposed to be fixed up with her and was not particularly interested in her at the time - she was cute and seemed nice, but you can’t really get to know someone in a few minutes at a crowded and noisy club.
That Easter my friend invites me over to her parents house for Easter (my family was out of town). I’m practically family anyway, so I go. Future wife has been invited too, along with her stepdaughter. I get to know her a little better, but I was not in a good mood that day, was very hungover from the night before and depressed over some bad shit that happened. She gives me her number and asks me to call her, I could come over for dinner some time.
The next day (I believe) I call her, I go to her apartment after work. We ate barbecue with her roommate and his slave, go to her room so I can help her fix some problems she had with her computer, we start talking about various subjects. I find out that this woman enjoys video games, tabletop role-playing games, painting and other arts, and is really really smart and ambitious. I don’t think I was in love yet, but I was very impressed. I’m invited to spend the night, we have sex, I’m even more impressed.
She calls my friend (who is also a coworker) at work the next morning to tell her what happened, and coaxes her to ask me what I thought of her. I tell my friend she seems smart, pretty, fun, etc. When it gets back to my future wife that I said ‘smart’ before ‘pretty’, she decides then that she wants to date me. I spend the next few nights at her apartment, her roommate is encouraged to move in with one of his slaves, I move my ‘essentials’ over to her apartment (I moved the rest of my stuff a few months later, after we got a bigger apartment). We agree that we should get married within a week, and tie the knot less than 5 months after we met.
This story may be edited somewhat later if our kids ever ask.