We met at school aged 16. He was in my social circle but he was a bit of a prat. I put up with him because he dating a friend of mine. When we were 17 they split up around the same time I split up with my boyfriend. He was too depressed to act like a prat so we started hanging out on our own. Things developed from there. When we were 18 we decided to make it official. Then at 21 we moved in together, and married at 23.
Short answer: My wife’s a coffee whore.
Long answer: I’m in law school up in Lawrence and semi new to LJ. Some random girl, N, finds me and we communicate back and forth through the comments section. She seems interesting and so I ask to meet her for coffee. Or maybe she asks me. Answer is hazy try again later.
Anyway, we set a time and place to meet and I thought it was just going to be the two of us.
While prepping for this meet, however, she called one of her friends, L, to chat and tell her what’s going on.
L: So you’re meeting a random dude for coffee?
N: Yeah.
L: He knows you have a boyfriend, right?
N: I think so. I’m not sure. Why does it matter?
L: It’s coffee…that’s a date. Or a pre-date. The adult version anyway.
N: No it’s not, it’s just coffee.
L: No…it’s a date.
N: Oh crap. OK, would you come with me?
L: I live in Kansas City. That’s 40 minutes away!
N: I’ll buy you coffee.
L: Sold! I’ll be there.
So for $1.50 my future wife drove 40 minutes to chaperone two LJers on a meetup. Which was totally unnecessary because I wasn’t thinking it was a date either. I honestly just figured we were meeting for coffee.
Mmm…coffee. Oh, and both L and N became dopers. You’re welcome.
I took sailing lessons. He was the instructor. After our first day on the water, we went out to a movie. Four weeks later, we eloped. We celebrated our 25th anniversary last month.
And we still sail.
My husband’s dad and one of my brothers-in-law were best friends. This brother-in-law died unexpectedly of a heart attack in 1996 and during the next few days I met several of my nephew’s friends. (That sounds creepy; I guess I should mention that my nephew and I were born less than a year apart.) A couple of the guys and I hit it off pretty well, but it didn’t occur to me given the circumstances in which we met to ask either of them out.
A month or so later, I needed to find a date for my company Christmas party, as my ex-boyfriend also worked there and was bringing his new girlfriend. He and I knew all the same people, and I racked my brain trying to think of someone I could invite that he wouldn’t know. Then I remembered the two guys I had met the month before. The first guy I called, who was very theatrical and outgoing and would have enjoyed putting on a show for my ex, unfortunately had just had his appendix removed and wasn’t able to go. So I called the second guy and invited him.
We went to the party and had a great time, then went with some of my friends out to a local bar that was our hangout. He spent the night but I had to work the next day, and when we parted I didn’t really expect to hear from him - I wasn’t in the habit of letting guys stay over on the first date and figured that I had blown it right there. But that evening when I got off work, he was waiting for me. He said he had been telling a friend about the party and the bar and how much fun we’d had and the friend said, “If she’s so great, what are you doing here?” and he thought “you’re right!” and made the trip back to where I lived.
Almost 2 years and many complications and breakups and reunions later, we got married. We have two kids and have just celebrated our 20th anniversary.
On a BBS that the guy she was dating at the time (a friend of mine) introduced her to. That was just over 13 years ago. She and I have been married nearly 10 years, and I’m still friends with the guy who introduced us. 
We met at a fundraiser for the local public library. I’d been a longtime donor to the library’s foundation, and she was a volunteer for the day at the event.
Actually, it was kind of funny how it happened. I was invited to the event because of my previous donations, but I really didn’t know anybody there. So I was milling around aimlessly when a middle aged woman came up to me and asked if I knew anybody there. Well, this women, “MK”, was on the foundation’s board, and she knew lots of people. So we struck up a conversation. She told me she’d introduce me to some people.
A little while later the event was just about over and I happened to run into “MK” again. “Hey Ed,”, she said, “I told you I’d introduce you to some people. Well, here, this is X.” Well, X was a very cute woman who was helping to clean up one of the food stations. We started talking, and within a couple of weeks we were dating, and the rest is history.
Of course “MK” was invited to our wedding and we gave her a special thanks in our remarks.
Ed
Paul and I met online. Not on a dating site, but on a Delphi forum. Where, unfortunately, I was identifying as a lesbian because of the competitive heterosexual flirting drama that went on there. He was in England, and I was in Pennsylvania. When we first met, he was married. A few months later, he and his wife separated. A few months after that, he and I started talking on the phone. I admitted to him that I was not entirely a lesbian, and he seemed glad.
Then one winter day in 2002 I picked up a crazy stalker dude at the local pub. He started following me around, leaving threatening messages on my voice mail, calling my mother, etc, so I decided that it would be wise to leave town. Paul said, “Come visit me”. I booked a flight, got a passport, and in January of 2003, I did.
I stayed until forced to return home by immigrations. By that time we had decided to get married so we could be together, but going through the proper legal channels takes time. In April 2005, he came over to the US, and in July, we were married.
Since then, we’ve lived in Pennsylvania, West Virginia, New Jersey, and Scotland. In a basement, an unheated trailer, an old house, and a new house, respectively. We’re now looking for a flat so we can FINALLY have our own place!
Paul? Did I forget anything?
Missed the edit window. Here’s a pic of us 2 days before our wedding:
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His Friendster profile said he could dance.
I wrote him an email challenging that claim. He is, after all, a white boy (and a Jewish one at that), a species not particularly renowned for their badass dance moves.
I guess I piqued his curiosity, because he wrote back. From there, we started talking on MSN and realised that we shared a hometown (Montreal), were both obsessed with bagels and smoked meat, had incredibly similar musical preferences, and never seemed to run out of new things to talk about.
A few weeks later, we agreed to meet for sushi and hit it off, but didn’t officially start dating until a couple of months after that. From that moment on, we’ve been pretty much inseparable… and nearly four years later, we’re still obsessed with bagels and smoked meat (though we can’t agree on Schwatz’s vs Lester’s) and we still haven’t run out of things to talk about.
And yes, he is indeed a dancefloor demon.
Probably a boring story –
We met at college. He was a sophomore resident assistant; I was a clueless freshman. He loved me and pursued me from day one. I was reluctant to commit until I’d seen what else was out there. He withstood all my brush-offs and persisted until I agreed to love him back. We got married two weeks after I graduated, and will celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary this coming June.
Nowadays, I hold somewhat negative opinions of my exclusive, pretentious, homogeneous, liberal arts alma mater (for lots of reasons), but my husband always reminds me that if it weren’t for Colby, we wouldn’t have found each other.
I still won’t contribute to the alumni fund; all money donated from this address is from him alone.
Too much to drink.
She was a friend of my workmate, and she lived near where we worked.
Ours was a rambunctiously social place of work, where the employees generally spent every single evening in a horrible, notoriously dodgy, but cheap pub near the station (FE teachers :D). The location really didn’t matter - we all just got on so well with each other. I didn’t join them very often, as I had a child, but did go out now and then - and, when my daughter went on holiday with her Grandmother, I went out nearly every night.
On one colleague’s birthday during this holiday, my GF and I spent the evening holding hands and eventually kissed to cheers from my workmates. We agreed that this would be a one night stand. 5 years later, we agree that it’s not a one-night-stand any more.
This wouldn’t be notable at all except that we’re both female, and meeting through straight workmates, then having your first kiss in front of all your colleagues in a notoriously rough pub, is not the usual way for women to start to a long-term relationship. I also like, in a contradictory way, just how unromantic a start we had.
1978
I was working at a field office in northern Manitoba for about a year, representing the engineering division of a heavy construction company building an ore concentrator.
There was this really hot chick working in the office next door who started several months earlier. She was definitely above my league.
She sometimes would come over to my office to deliver correspondence. She was seeing someone else but we flirted very lightly.
One day, she entered my office while I was having lunch. For some reason, and I’ll never know why or understand what I was thinking, but I ended up kissing her. It must have lasted for at least 30 seconds as I struggled against my buckling knees.
On her way out of my office she asked me if I liked oral sex.
I was hooked.
She and I, parents of two girls will become grandparents this spring.
On line - we met at the Unaboard. Started talking, talking turned to flirting, flirting turned into more, and lo, six months later I was flying from Australia to the US to meet him. A while later, I was flying back for our wedding. And then, six months after that, he was flying to Australia to move here.