I love hearing these stories, please indulge me.
It was through a guy I used to hang out with at NYU. I didn’t go to NYU but a lot of my friends did. He was totally into her. They were both considerably younger than me. She immediately fell in love with me. It was love at first sight for her, and I was in a failing marriage so my reaction was, “Oh no.” She would flirt with me blatantly in front of him. He thought he had some ownership he didn’t. We met in his dorm room in the building in which they both lived.
Now we’re married with a child.
I met my first spouse in line for a nightclub on New Year’s Eve 99-2000, when I felt like I didn’t even really want to go out. It was also a similar scenario. She fell in love with me immediately. I was a bit non-plussed and not looking for a relationship, in fact trying to avoid one.
I guess I am a sucker for women who know what they want, when what they want is me.
My wife had been dating one of my older brothers. He came to visit and stayed in my apartment for a while, and she’d call frequently to talk to him. When he wasn’t there, the two of us would talk and developed a friendship.
They broke up shortly after, but she and I remained friends. Things just grew from there.
She came to see my band at a college bar I was playing at. We had some mutual acquaintances in the band scene and my bass player knew her. I sat down at her table to talk between sets and she told me I had awesome stage presence. I called her later and asked her out. On our first date it already felt like we’d been together for years. Almost 20 years later, we’re married with three kids and my dream of rock stardom is dead.
about 12 years ago, I posted a notice advertising English lessons at the local community center. Several months later, I got a call from someone who’d seen the notice and was interested. We met a few times at her place, then a few times at mine, and at some point she said she wanted to have an American boyfriend. I said ok, and we had our first date a few days later.
We started living together two years later, and got married three years after that.
We met at a friend’s house to play some Dungeons & Dragons. She was going out with this other dude at the time, but they broke up a few months later. We got together on my birthday, which consisted of a game of Mage: the Ascension and then a trip to an amusement park.
I worked at a video rental shop while I was a college student in the SF Bay Area in the early 90’s. One of our longtime customers invited me to a party that his Japanese girlfriend was having. I met one of her friends who was visiting from Japan. By chance, I had just gotten a job in Japan and came here (Tokyo) in 1994. We dated, broke up, dated again and finally married in 2000.
Anonymous group sex on a Friday night, over 21 years ago. All of a sudden, this unbelievably tall, slender guy (my favorite type) suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He’s the kind of guy who got a lot of attention in places like that, so a small crowd started to form around him. I grabbed his arm, pulled him out of the crowd, and said, “Your place or mine?” We wound up going back to his place, where we pretty much stayed in bed all weekend. We knew from the beginning that it was permanent.
It was a work’snight out for me. Met in '02, married 23/4/5 which makes remembering the date particularly easy.
I was doing volunteer telephone work at KMET , the Mighty Met, in Los Angeles many years ago, and she called to ask about a threatened transit strike. At least, this was her version; my recollection was that she called to ask about the recording artist on the record the DJ had just played. We never did sort this out.
Well, we talked a few times over the next few weeks and eventually she invited me over to her place, which was around Third and Vermont. A pleasant evening and a very pleasant night ensued, but she soon moved to Australia, and later New Zealand and El Salvador.
In the nineties she returned and we took up where we had left off, but it was primarily a friends-with-benefits relationship. I got engaged to another woman, but that fell through, as did my wife-to-be’s own relationships with other guys.
By 2000 we realized we had become more than friends and we moved in together. We finally got married in April of 2007.
Unfortunately, her multiple sclerosis shifted into high gear, and she died in July of 2007. And we never did agree on why she called the radio station in the first place.
I actually met my SWMBO through plentyoffish.com. We’d actually started chatting it up about going to some SCA events, wanting to do it all casual-like, no pressure. Well, after our first date all those plans went out the window and we were pretty serious after just a few weeks. Still a couple after 9 months.
PS; at first I thought the site name was plenty offish, not plenty of fish. I was confused about all the fish references.
My hubby was managing a bowling alley. I was there to bowl with 3 young friends of mine. The first thing I ever said to hubby was, “So, when is nude bowling night?”. He is a big guy(6’5") and I just wanted to make him blush. It worked.
For a few months after that, I saw him at the bowling alley, or across the street at a bar where we played NTN trivia, which is that trivia game on TV’s in bars. Everyone gets their own counsel, and picks a name, and plays against people all over the country. I used to love it. Anyway…he won a lot, and used the name WeirdAl. His name is Al. So I used to change my name to things like Alsucks, or LoseAl, etc. and he would laugh and try and figure out who was doing that. The place was pretty crowded. One time about 5 of my friends and I all changed our names to something with “AL” in it. He finally figured out who was messing with him and had a good laugh.
We went on our first date about 4 months after we met. I nearly had to attack him, to get him to realize I liked him…duh! Poor guy.
I met him about one month before we both started college, at freshman orientation. We were both 18. I barely noticed he existed. He didn’t become an important part of my life until Sophomore year.
I have since made it a point not to put too much stock in first impressions. If you’d have nudged my 18-year-old self on the shoulder and said, ‘‘See that guy? The one who talks excessively about the X-Men and cross-country running? That’s your future husband,’’ then my most likely response would have been, ‘‘You’ve got to be kidding me.’’
We actually met in our final year at uni… we were next-door neighbours in our hall of residence. I was more interested in my degree, but she slowly convinved me otherwise (playing croquet in a v. short skirt outside my window helped!).
We’ve been together 8 yrs now, married since 2006 and had our first baby last year. 
*not an actual website
With Rye? Wow! Fancy running into a TPMer here. 
I love these sorts of threads too. Does it have to be a spouse or can it be a significant other of another flavour? (A boyfriend, whom I live with for example?)
If the latter is okay, I will tell mine even though the story is a little silly. 
I met my boyfriend at work. For the sake of the story, I’ll call him James. I did online chat support at a support center for a shopping/selling website. He worked at the Helpline (which is where we support reps would contact when we didn’t know the answer, or to report site issues). Without seeing me, although we worked in the same building, James decided that my voice was amazing and secretly developed a crush on me. I had a boyfriend at the time and was oblivious to this.
Gradually we started talking on the work messenger network, first about the site and then other things. We somehow each discovered who the other was and one day he said hi to me. At the time, I also had a friend who had a crush on him and always tried to talk to him, so I got to know him even more. I developed a crush on him as well (this was when my relationship was winding down), but never said anything. By this time, we were talking pretty regularly on the work messenger and whenever we ran into each other, but no flirting was involved. I thought he was just a really friendly person, but even if I were single I would have never said anything about my crush; he was completely out of my league and probably had 8 girlfriends already.
After working there for a year and a half, I got promoted to the Helpline too. Shortly afterward, my then-boyfriend and I finally broke up (unrelated to this, it was amicable and we are still friends - we just were not compatible). I kept talking to James constantly, and we went out with a group a couple of times. I had the most intense crush on him ever and he was generally the reason I got out of bed and went to work.
Finally one day about 5 months later, when he realised I had never seen Ghostbusters, he invited me over to watch it. I still had no idea he had a crush on me, by the way. I knew a lot of girls and also a few guys who had crushes on him, so I felt he could probably have his pick of anyone and, that being the case, I would probably not be it.
I spent that entire day a bundle of nerves being terrified he was going to cancel on me, but he didn’t. I went thinking that I was just going as a friend, but secretly hoping for more. Long story made slightly less long, he told me he had had a crush on me since before he even saw me because of my voice. Me, being the romantic I am, asked if seeing my face ruined it. :rolleyes: Luckily for me, he said no! Then he kissed me. I didn’t go home that night, I have hardly left since, and now I live here.
Of course, if you only wanted stories about spouses in particular, then this post never happened!
I went to a house party, desperate for a girlfriend, and saw this beautiful, warm-looking (a rare combo)woman sitting across the room in the crowded apartment. Got to talk to her, didn’t come off all wrong as usual, got a kiss on the cheek when escorting her home. It’s been nine years now, we have a child.
COBOL class.
She noticed me and felt sorry for me because I wore a pair of pants that had a rip in the leg. She thought I must be very poor to wear them. In reality, those pants actually were ripped the very time I’d worn them, and I was ticked off and just decided to wear them anyway. Not that I wasn’t poor, but I was no more poor than most students.
He was my brother in law. After both our relationships fell apart and he married and divorced another girl in between, we ended up together.
I was running a shelter and I needed to get some bathrooms remodeled so I asked one of the bigger local contractors if they would do it for us during their slow season. He sent over a crew and the manager was this tall, gorgeous native american man with thick black hair down to his waist. I could barely take my eyes off him and every time he talked to me I forgot what I was saying mid-sentence. He was well aware of my attraction to him and milked it for all it was worth because he knew that I couldn’t let the clients or my staff see me react that way while he was working on the property. He found it highly amusing and teased the hell out of me for weeks. Eventually my entire staff and a bunch of homeless guys were making jokes about it too. One day one of my board members saw him and commented on how she wanted to meet him once the project was done and I wanted to claw her eyes out. We started dating the day the project ended and we’re still together 15 years later.