I’m eternally tickled that my parents met in third grade. They started dating late in high school (Mom was valedictorian and Pop was salutatorian) and married after Pop graduated college, when they were 22. This year will be 41 years of marriage, ~55 years of knowing one another.
My mom was 19; Dad was 23. They met at a USO dance shortly after my dad got back from Korea. The wedding was 3 months later. Been together for 53 years.
My uncle brought home a buddy when my mom was 15. Daddy was 17 and they married days before my mom’s 19th birthday.
They celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary this winter.
I don’t know exactly, but they were dating by the time they were seventeen. I have a picture of them before a school dance, wearing their formal outfits. It’s so sweet. Of course, now they’ve been divorced for over thirty years.
I don’t have pictures but I have the metal plates that were used to print photos from their formals in the local paper. Grandpa worked there as a society photog and kept them.
My mother met my father on the first day of her 9th grade year when she was 14. He was in her English class and sat at the front of the class which was understandable seeing as how he was the teacher and all. He was 25. They were engaged the following year and married two years later.
My siblings both met their future mates when they were 19 and have been together for a quarter century. I’ve yet to meet mine if he/she/it exists.
My parents met when my mother was 15. I also have a great picture of them in their formals for a school dance, standing in front of the fireplace at my grandparents’ house. They married when they were 21 and 22, after my dad spent a few years in the air force. They’re now getting close to their 40th wedding anniversary.
My mom was 20, my dad was 21, or thereabouts. (Dad likes to aggravate Mom by claiming she was 19, or 18, when they got married.) They met at a dance at church, at college, in the same building in which I met DangerDad 26+ years later (and my younger brother met his wife there too). They’ve been married about 37 years now.
My parents were high school sweethearts, at the same HS that my brother and I graduated from! Their first apartment was a little one over a beauty parlor, that is still across the street from their current residence! They live in the house my dad grew up in.
They have been happily married for 42 years.
I love it.
Father 31, mother 23. In 1959 they were both staying with groups of friends at the same hotel and they met when the two groups of friends joined together to form a “themed costume” for a fancy-dress dance at the hotel.
I don’t have anyone to ask, so I have to conjecture that if they knew each other for a year before they got married, they would have been 16 and 21 when they met.
23 and 30 and then married within 6 months.
Dad must have been 27, Mom 22. They married about three years later, and divorced 20 years later.
Dad was in his early teens, had a newspaper route that overlapped with Mom’s older brother’s (Bill) paper route. They became buddies, and Dad’s sister (Dorothy) dated Bill. Mom was just a bratty little sister who tagged along. When Dad went into the Coast Guard and posted overseas, he wrote back to Dorothy, who shared the letters with Bill. By then, Mom was in high school and started writing her own letters; she sent him a photo (it’s a family icon now) and he became verrrrrry interested in writing to her. Family legend is that when Mom graduated from high school in 1950, Dad sent her a diamond ring and a one-way ticket to Honolulu. She put on the ring, used the plane ticket and they’ve been married ever since.
16 and 20. Dad was a young sailor stationed in San Diego, Mom a high school student from Harbison Canyon (tiny town outside of San Diego). Their first date was a blind date – Dad had had a double date arranged with his best friend, Wimp, and another girl from the Canyon. Dad’s date had to cancel and Wimp’s date scrambled around to find a replacement, so she wouldn’t have to cancel her date with Wimp. Mom had had an appointment to babysit which had fallen through at the last minute. She only took the date as a favor to Thelma – my dad had bright red hair, which Mom hated. They were married a little over a year later. July 20th was their 49th anniversary.
If memory serves, Dad was in his first year of college and became friends with the guy in the dorm room next to him. On this friend’s desk was a picture of his younger sister (I think she was about compared to her 18 year old brother.) My father asked his friend if he could take his sister on a date and the rest, as historians are wont to say, is history.
I’m feeling a bit out of place here. My parents were 42 and 27 when they met. She started working at the same place he did, right around the time of his first wife’s funeral. That was about all she knew of him until about a year and a half later, when he called her office to ask her out. It happened that she had gone home early that day, and he didn’t try again until September. (This was June) He proposed the following January, and then left the state. (to take a different job) They were married that April. They hadn’t quite made 42 years when he died.
Picture it, early 1945, my mother a serious and mature 20-yer-old recently graduated from secretarial school and working in her first real job, my father a handsome 23-yer old noncom in his Merchant Marine uniform, meeting at a dance in her home town while he was visiting his mother between MM assignments. His mother had moved to that town after her divorce, and without that coincidence it is quite possible they never would have met, and you would all have been deprived of my fewer than 300 posts. 
Roddy
I forgot to mention that they were married a year later, and were together 57 years until my mother died three years ago. Dad is still going strong (all the fresh sea air as a young man, no doubt).
I believe my mom was 22 and my dad was 26. They got married when mom was 23 and dad was 27. Then divorced when mom was 38 and dad was 42.