So, how did your parents meet?
My parents were each on vacation in Florida. Each was walking backwards on the beach, looking for shells. They bumped into each other. Dad knew Mom was Jewish because she had a “Jewish star” necklace on. The rest is history.
They went to high school together. I don’t even think they had any classes together, or any friends in common, as Dad’s a couple years older than Mom, but it’s a small high school, and there were only 200, maybe 300 people in the entire thing (four years). No cute story from them.
My parents were junior doctors in the same hospital in Delhi. They do have some cute stories - like, my dad had a motorbike and she used to ride it sidesaddle, sitting behind him, and one day she fell off and he drove on a mile without realising - but none related to how they actually met.
KVS, that’s hella cute. It makes me giggle to think about. 
Mine met in a bar.
Guess that might be one of the reasons it didn’t last 2 years, huh?
Summer stock theater production of Dracula. My mother played Mina, who was supposed to be killed off-stage. In order for it to sound real, they needed somebody to choke her while she screamed. That was my dad’s job.
Blind date - my mom’s roommate was dating one of my dad’s fraternity brothers, and they got set up for a dance. My brother met his wife when she was on a blind date with one of his friends, and I met my girlfriend through a personal ad. So the blind date thing seems to work out for us.
My parent’s story is right out of an old movie. My mom was in the typing pool and my dad was an aspiring musician working in the mail room of the same big insurance company. My dad used to chat her up every day on his rounds. Then he found out it was her 19th birthday and he took her out to the bar in their building downstairs. He had a friend who would let them buy drinks even though they were underage (this is back in 1950-ish).
My grandparents didn’t want my mom to marry a musician, so when my dad was drafted, they moved to Arizona, figuring everyone would lose interest. They wrote to each other every day and were married two months after he was sprung from the Army. They were massively in love til the day she died. 
My parents met at the Michigan State Gun Club. Still cracks me up.
My kids parents met at work.
My mom and dad met on a double date in high school. This would have been in the early 60s, and mom reports that a girl’s parents usually encouraged her to double date, thinking there would be less hanky panky, or something (I don’t think this worked, but whatever). My mom and her boyfriend Jim set up two of their friends on a blind date, so that the two couples could double date. The four of them went on their date, and then Jim’s friend (my dad) ended up calling my mom for a second date and stole her away from Jim.
My mom and dad are still friends with Jim and his wife to this day. Mom and dad are mostly divorced, but still good friends with each other as well.
Loneraven, your falling off the motorbike story is really cute!
My dad was my mom’s RA in college!
My parents met here in Chicago. My mom was a secretary for an insurance company, and my dad was working under his car when she walked past on her way home from work. All he saw was her legs (she does have fabulous legs). He immediately slid out, got a look at the rest of her, and caught up with her down the block with the classic line, “Excuse me…I’m lost, and I don’t know the way to your apartment.” Three months later they were married.
To this day I am amazed and grateful that my mom was a sucker for that line.
I’m a USO baby. My dad had joined the (US) Navy to avoid getting drafted during the Korean War. On the way to his deployment he happened to have an overnight stopover in my mom’s hometown, and he and some of his buddies went down to the USO, where Mom had volunteered to dance that night. Dad can’t dance, but he was fascinated by my mother, so he fortified himself with a couple beers and asked her to dance. Then he asked for her address. Mom gave it to him, figuring he’d lose it anyway, so what’s the harm? But he had no intention of losing that address He wrote to her first chance he got, and they fell in love through their letters.
The story, as my mom told it to me:
When she was 16, her best friend in high school (who would later be my aunt Marie) was dating this boy (who would later be my uncle Bob).* Bob had several brothers, one of whom was in the Marines, and was home on leave. Marie tried to fix my mom up with him and gave Mom a photo of him. For one reason or another, the date didn’t come off, but Mom thought the brother was cute and kept the photo in her wallet.
About two years later, when she was in college, she met this guy at a party and they got to talking, as people do. When she realized that he was related to Bob, she said, “I have a picture of one of your brothers,” and brought it out for him to see.
Not one of his brothers. Him.
They got married about a year later, and she still has that picture.
*Names of aunts and uncles have been changed to protect their true identities.
<—hides head in shame
on a Young Republicans outing.
I’m a USO baby. My dad had joined the (US) Navy to avoid getting drafted during the Korean War. On the way to his deployment he happened to have an overnight stopover in my mom’s hometown, and he and some of his buddies went down to the USO, where Mom had volunteered to dance that night. Dad can’t dance, but he was fascinated by my mother, so he fortified himself with a couple beers and asked her to dance. Then he asked for her address. Mom gave it to him, figuring he’d lose it anyway, so what’s the harm? But he had no intention of losing that address He wrote to her first chance he got, and they fell in love through their letters.
The story, as my mom told it to me:
When she was 16, her best friend in high school (who would later be my aunt Marie) was dating this boy (who would later be my uncle Bob).* Bob had several brothers, one of whom was in the Marines, and was home on leave. Marie tried to fix my mom up with him and gave Mom a photo of him. For one reason or another, the date didn’t come off, but Mom thought the brother was cute and kept the photo in her wallet.
About two years later, when she was in college, she met this guy at a party and they got to talking, as people do. When she realized that he was related to Bob, she said, “I have a picture of one of your brothers,” and brought it out for him to see.
Not one of his brothers. Him.
They got married about a year later, and she still has that picture.
*Names of aunts and uncles have been changed to protect their true identities.
<—hides head in shame
on a Young Republicans outing.
The story, as my mom told it to me:
When she was 16, her best friend in high school (who would later be my aunt Marie) was dating this boy (who would later be my uncle Bob).* Bob had several brothers, one of whom was in the Marines, and was home on leave. Marie tried to fix my mom up with him and gave Mom a photo of him. For one reason or another, the date didn’t come off, but Mom thought the brother was cute and kept the photo in her wallet.
About two years later, when she was in college, she met this guy at a party and they got to talking, as people do. When she realized that he was related to Bob, she said, “I have a picture of one of your brothers,” and brought it out for him to see.
Not one of his brothers. Him.
They got married about a year later, and she still has that picture.
*Names of aunts and uncles have been changed to protect their true identities.
My father served in England, helping to rescue pilots out of the North Sea and English Channel during WW II. After the war ended he decided to tour what was left of of the Continent. He was dining in the common area one morning, while staying at a youth hostel in Northern Europe. Across the table was another chap wearing some shorts and eating his breakfast as well. A girl who was cooking some oatmeal at the stove swung around to dish out a serving into her bowl on the table. Somehow, she managed to dump the pot’s scalding contents all over the other chap’s exposed thigh. (A little more to the right and I would have had two fewer cousins.)
This poor sod grabbed his leg with both hands and pinched down on the nerve to stop himself from passing out due to the pain. My father and some others rushed him to hospital. Out of gratitude, this guy brought my father back to his parent’s home in Copenhagen, Denmark. Across the dining table was my very beautiful young teenage mother.
And that’s where I came from! A red hot thigh combined with the old “wanna see my sister” sort of routine. Drama, human travail, the fog of war and young love, all in one widdle post.
The story, as my mom told it to me:
When she was 16, her best friend in high school (who would later be my aunt Marie) was dating this boy (who would later be my uncle Bob).* Bob had several brothers, one of whom was in the Marines, and was home on leave. Marie tried to fix my mom up with him and gave Mom a photo of him. For one reason or another, the date didn’t come off, but Mom thought the brother was cute and kept the photo in her wallet.
About two years later, when she was in college, she met this guy at a party and they got to talking, as people do. When she realized that he was related to Bob, she said, “I have a picture of one of your brothers,” and brought it out for him to see.
Not one of his brothers. Him.
They got married about a year later, and she still has that picture.
*Names of aunts and uncles have been changed to protect their true identities.