Mine met in college - sort of. My mom was a student at Michigan State and my dad was trying to gain MI residency so he, too could go there. He was delivering pizzas, driving cabs, whatever. My dad’s sister lived in the same dorm as my mom, although they didn’t exactly travle in the same social circles (read: hated each other). My parents met at a dorm party of some sort, right before spring break. Tried to arrange to have dad pick mom up to go to the airport for break, but it didn’t happen. After break, they met back up, three weeks later drove to Chicago to tell my Grandma that they were getting married. She didn’t take it well that her nice, Catholic daughter from Chicago was amrrying this Jewish (sort of) boy from Brooklyn. Never did get over that. Three years later (after Vietnam) they got married and the rest, as they say, is history. Just celebrated 35 years this August!
My mom married a guy named Mark. My dad was Mark’s best friend. After Mark decided he didn’t want to be a married man any more, my dad went a courtin’. They’ve been together for almost twenty-one years.
My parents met in graduate school. My dad was kind of shy, so he threw things at my mom (soft things) until she noticed him. My dad is is not a regular kind of guy.
They got divorced after they had kids. My dad loved us, but he just couldn’t stand living with the noise or chaos of children. Eliminating the noise and chaos of living with him was ample payoff for the divorce as far as we were concerned.
Technically, it was an arranged marriage-my grandfather really wanted my father to marry an “educated” girl-a rare find in rural India back in those days. His family found out about my mother through the regular channels and my grandfather told my dad that he really liked her and that she was very beautiful and spunky. But my father decided that he wanted to meet her in person before the “official” meeting so he went to her bank as a prospective customer (she was an accountant) where she turned on the charm and tried to get him to sign to all sorts of different bank programs. My dad told her they would meet another day and then lo and behold, he turns up as the potential groom at their “let’s get to see if we like each other meeting.” My dad says that my mother was all “what’s the status on that fixed deposit” and apparently my father responded by saying “oh, I decided I’m the fixed deposit” and burst into his “oh I made a cheesy pun” laughter. Anyway, they both agreed to the marriage-going on 29 years now.
No, it was New York City. Sorry, it would have been a hell of a coincidence.