Just curious…How did you confess your feelings about your Significant Other to him/her? I can’t imagine my myself going up to her and saying, “Hey, I really do like you” without any context do so.
So how did you find the guts or the right situation?
We were at a party and had sex. That kinda broke the ice. 
My significant other was a friend for years and years before we made the leap into “relationship” (the leap happened about a month ago now). Things were a bit awkward sometimes trying to find that happy medium between “friends” and “dating”. I took her to a local fair and asked at some point if she wanted to hold my hand so we could pretend like we liked each other. She looked at me and told me I was silly, and that she did like me. I just smiled and said I liked her back. We’re adorable.
We were sitting on a couch, friends-style, with about an inch of space between us. I closed the space, picked up his nearest arm, and put it around my shoulders. He got the message. He’s really quick like that.
Semi-crowded bar in Boca Raton, FL on a Tuesday night, he’s playing pool. I walk in alone and notice him and he notices me. I sit at the bar and continue to look over at him and give him glances. He glances back and smiles a few times and after about 20 minutes of playing that game, he comes over for the big introduction.
We chat for a about 15 minutes there and then take our conversation down the street to Denny’s for coffee and chat. There we exchange numbers and set up a date for the next night.
It’s the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving (T’giving eve) and I go to his apartment in Ft. Lauderdale where we go out to dinner and walk and talk along Las Olas Blvd. We then go back to his place for a night of wild monkey sex that last well into the next morning which is Thanksgiving and he’s expected at his folk’s house in West Palm an hour earlier than we actually leave his apartment and I’m having about 20 people to my house in Boca for T’giving dinner. Thanks to Dogzilla my roommate at the time, the dinner preps had begun.
It’s now almost 12 years later and the wild monkey sex still continues…
I didn’t actually tell Pepper Mill until she took her first trip with me. It was the first time she’d ever flown, and the descent into Denver had been steep and nerve-wracking even if you had flown before. She was nervous and shaking, and I told her that I loved her. She’d strongly suspected this before, of course, but it’s the first time I ever verbalized it.
Just about two years ago I had driven Bird Man home from a friendly night of Karaoke when he confessed his crush. I grabbed him and planted one on him. We “did it” the next day, on our first date! We’re so dirty. We also first said “I love you” while knocking the boots. Not the best of ideas, but it worked for us.
wasson, would this have been the ever so romantic Heart of Illinois Fair?
I went to Hawaii on a business trip. (Really, I swear.) I thought it was the most beautiful place I had ever seen. Even so, I found myself thinking more and more that it would be perfect if only Marcie were there with me. The first time I saw her when I got back, I told her I loved her and things just got better from that time on.
It was! I assume you’re being sarcastic. I said it while between the demolition derby and and pig races. I assume you’ve been?
We were friends. This turned into friends with drunken snogging. He asked me if I liked him as more then a friend. I lied through my teeth as I just wasn’t willing to deal with it all at the time. Eventually I told him the truth. A while after that we began dating.
We were also having sex before we 'fessed up that we really cared for each other and were in love. Friends with benefits turning romantic, you might say.
Um… “I really like you”? I am a very direct person. I think we were just sitting on the couch or something like that.
In the winter of 1979, my guy and I went to see the first “Star Trek” movie. It was terrible, but we enjoyed it, because we were total, dyed-in-the-warp Trekkers. After the movie, the Trek-bonding emotions must have gotten the better of me, because I looked into his eyes and said a rather stupid thing, something like “I am starting to have some really serious feelings. If you don’t feel the same, this is probably a good time for us to stop seeing each other.”
I married him in the summer of 1980. A month ago we celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary.
I said something very similar when my guy and I got serious. Fortunately, he confessed his love for me right away. It was rather sweet.
I knew that my SO was interested, well he was rather obvious, and his method was to get me really drunk with a group of friends at the bar (the special that night was $10.50 for a pitcher of good microbrewery beer) and then kiss me in the parking lot. He invited me to his place, but I declined (see I’m a good girl, really I swear) and he walked me home. That was probably for the best because I dont think that I could have found my way home without him. We went for an actual date a few nights later, and the rest is history.
She was the chatelaine of my local SCA group. The chatelaine’s job is to make sure that new people to the group get the information they need to fit in. Given the group we were in, this was a difficult conversation: “Okay, this couple flirts with everybody, but they’re devoted with anybody, so if anybody tried to take them up on it, they’d be hurt; that couple has an open relationship and you don’t want to get within ten miles of them; that lady has an unfortunate ailment and doesn’t tell guys before they start fooling around…”
I then asked about her and Steve, and she said they had an open relationship, and she was looking to trade up…
umm… that should have been “but they’re devoted to each other”
We had been writing letters for about six months, and had just progressed to long-distance phone calls. We already knew that there was something special going on here that was bigger than the both of us. The first time she called me, I said, “You know what, I really, really like you. A lot!” She replied, “I really like you a lot, too.”
We’ve been married for seven years.
Office romance. I washed out his nasty-ass coffee cup. And if you had seen that coffee cup, you would understand just how big of a hint this was.