My father studied at Maryknoll College, with the intention of becoming a Catholic priest. One of his classmates was a close friend of my Mom’s family (his Dad and my grandfather had been in the IRA together years earlier, and had been cellmates at Kilmainham Gaol). He introduced them.
Needless to say, my Dad was never ordained!
My dad was already married when he met my mom. He was driving a taxi and that’s how they met. Mom got pregnant, dad divorced his wife and married mom. She was wife #2.
When he died, a friend of his sent me his personal papers – which included seven divorce decrees. I have a half-brother somewhere.
Mom met my stepdad when his car broke down in the little town where she lived. He’d been on his way to Chicago to take a job as a disc jockey, of all things.
Thank you! That was interesting.
Before I came along, my Thai wife, who is ethnically Chinese, got a nudge toward an arranged marriage from her very traditional-Chinese parents, but she wasn’t interested in the guy and they never tried again. I’ve always thought one of the reasons they were so accepting of a farang (Westerner) like me is they thought she’d end up an old maid.
Anaamika, thanks for your story. So…are you married, dating? How’s your dad with that?
His devotion did make up for other lacks early in their lives.
I’ve been with my SO - who is ethnically Chinese but born here and as American as anybody else - for seventeen years now. My mom never approved of him, and even to her dying day she never really softened on that. My dad, on the other hand, at her wake, just straight up introduced him as my husband. That went a long way towards repairing my dad’s and my relationship, which was basically non-existent.
Ok, I read that article about arranged marriage. I agree with the author in a lot of stuff. I’ve often thought that if I hadn’t been with someone in my thirties and wanted it, I might have been more amenable to such a thing. It’s not as much about the other guy, as knowing yourself well, and knowing what you want or don’t want. Hell, no one’s perfect.
But I was lucky enough to get a great guy early in my life and I’ve stuck by him ever since.
I posted this story before in an earlier thread I started called OMG!!! I just read the “…” in my parents wedding album!
My mom ran my dad over while he was riding his bike to class at University of Texas.
Ninth grade English class. My mother was the class president and my father was the teacher.
(Yep, I’m serious. They waited until she was 16 to marry, though.)
I like this one the best. Talk about meet cute!
My parents met when both were attending Vanderbilt. My father was a grad student, mom was an undergrad. That’s all I know.
Funny… I met my husband online, and I’ve got transcripts of our earliest chats on MSN. Maybe my son, or my grandkids, might like to read them one day.
They met at a party. yawn
They served together in the military.
They met at the library where Mom worked after school, stereotyical boy seeing girl at her job until he gets up the nerve to ask her out.
For years I thought the library was in Honolulu because Mom’s aunt - who raised her - lived there and Dad was stationed at the Navy base for a while during the war. Turns out they met in the city where Dad grew up when Mom moved there with her cousin & aunt.
My mom and dad were in confirmation class together.
My mother’s mother met my grandfather because he was in France during WWI, and my grandmother wrote to him as a school project. Then after the Armistice, he asked if he could visit her.
They were married 36 years. He died about fourteen years before her. She died calling his name.
Regards,
Shodan
I’m really happy for you (even though I don’t know you). I like love to triumph. 
You were very lucky. So was he.
Worked in a Shaw’s together (supermarket). He’s was a stocker, she a cashier IIRC.
So, they had “Time of their lives”? 