How you met your mate

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I was working as a manager at a Dunkin’ Donuts, and this long-haired guy came in, wearing a flimsy jacket & a tank top. It was November, and really freaking cold outside. He came in to pay for gas. I told him it was a little too cold outside for him to be dressed like that. He looked at me like I was nuts, then left.

A couple of weeks later, he came back in. I recognized him, and commented on the fact that he seemed to be dressed more warmly. He looked at me like I was nuts, and left again.

He came back the next day. This time, I didn’t comment on his apparel. I just said “Hello, may I take your order?” Of course, I smiled very sweetly. He smiled back, and we started talking. I asked him if he was single. He was. I asked him if he was busy on New Year’s Eve. He was. He told me he was a musician. I groaned. Somehow, I just knew I’d end up with a musician. I’d dated several prior to him, and I kept trying to get away from them. But noooooooooo.

We were married in November 29, 1995. He wears sweaters in the winter now. :slight_smile:

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I met my wife when I was twelve and she was thirteen. I was in my first semester of boarding school in Missouri, and the school had gotten together with the local Girl Scouts to sponsor a dance. (Girl Scouts is a big deal in the Midwest, girls keep up with it through high school.) She didn’t really make much of an impression on me; she now says that she didn’t like me much that first night – not surprising, as I was an obnoxious little weasel when I was 12. I hooked up with her friend, who had…uh…blossomed early. Here’s an indicator of how clueless I was: she kept saying “let’s go outside for a minute.” It never occurred to me that she was really saying “let’s go make out.”

It must have been a frustrating night for her, because the next year she didn’t come back for the dance and my wife did. We had pretty much a pen-pal/see-you-at-the-next-dance kind of relationship until she turned sixteen and got her driver’s license. She lived in a little town about 45 miles away where the most fun thing to do was go to the downtown area and drive in circles. She used to tell her dad she was driving into town, go to a friend of hers who would disconnect her odometer cable, and drive to see me. Then when she got back home, her friend would reconnect the odometer, and she’d go home. Her dad would check the odometer and see she only drove a couple of miles, and be satisfied. chuckle

We went to the same college, got married when I graduated, and we’re still going strong…8 years now, or nearly twenty depending on how you count it.

Live a Lush Life
Da Chef

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Many moons ago I was working my way through college at QuikTrip (a conveniance store) in Tulsa Oklahoma. My wife to be used to come in frequently with her scuzz bag boyfriend. She used to talk to me while her boyfriend played video games in the back. I was sort of friends with her boyfriend. I loaned him my car one night to take her home, and he ended up getting arrested and put in jail. The police let her take my car. She drove back to my apartment, and the rest was history… sort of. I’ve always been a working stiff, whereas she was going to a college prepatory school in Tulsa called Holland Hall. We dated for a while, she graduated high school, and that summer I got her pregnant. She was seventeen years old, I was twenty. Her double doctorate parents were not too happy that we ‘had’ to get married. (Father in law-PhD, Mother in law-Atty w/ Ok Court of Appeals.) Not only that, she’s an only child. They figured she was their only chance. If I remember right, abortion was even hinted.

That was seventeen years ago, and things are still going strong. We’ve decided that the reason it has lasted so long is because we’re both too stubborn to allow either of our parents to say “I told you it wouldn’t last”.

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Oh yeah, (sorry to sound so sexist) and she still has one of the best racks in town.

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My wife was the starting center for our high school’s girls basketball team. I was the starting center for the boy’s team. After one game, my dad complimented her on her playing ability. She thought “Wow, what a nice guy. If his son is anything like him I might like him.” On senior night she saw me walk out with my dad. She instantly thought I had the best smile and best eyes she had ever seen (they are pretty groovy I must say) and she immediately liked me. As I recall, my first words to her were “So, do you have a date for prom?” Yes, I was really pathetic going up to a good looking girl. I tended to lose my ability to use verbs and make complete sentences. We dated for about 5 1/2 years and then got married September 19, 1998.

And the rest is history.

Well, shut my mouth. It’s also illegal to put squirrels down your pants for the purposes of gambling.

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In 1978 my buddy and I noticed multiple cute girls looking out the the window at us from the second floor of the adjacent apartment complex. We waved. They waved back. Over the course of the next week or so, we saw them looking out the window at us a couple more times. Each time we smiled and waved.

One Saturday night we decided that we were going to go knock on the door of that apartment. With 6-packs of beer in hand, we calculated the apartment door that must relate to that window and knocked… A guy answed the door…thinking quickly we said “hey dude, we’re your neighbors from the next apartment complex and we thought we’d offer to share some beer with you!” “Cool, come on in” he said. (a move that he’d live to regret)

We walked in and found 8 young ladies in the party pad of these two older guys. We dispersed the beer and started mingling. I mac’ed my way around the room until I got to the eighth and final contestant. She was the most fiesty of the lot and the cutest too. I flirted with her for at least an hour and she was acting coy. I finally said that we were going home to smoke a hooter and watch Saturday Night Live and did she want to come along? She said no thanks.

We left girl-less and I thought that I had “struck out”.

A couple of nights later though, we heard a knock at the door. My buddy opened the door and in walked these 8 babes from the other night, led by the feisty one that I liked.

We ended up partying together for several hours. Eventually, the feisty one said innocently “hey, whenever you guys are ready to go to bed just let us know (seeing as how we had to go to work the next morning)”

I looked directly into her eyes and said to her quietly in my best sensual voice “I’m ready to go to bed”. She knew what I meant. My buddy had made a connection with one of the other girls and so feisty and her stayed while the others left.

We retired to our bedrooms and I’ll never forget that feisty left her socks on. We did the nasty and afterward while laying there smoking the post-coital cigarette in the dark, she mistook my arm for the ashtray and ground her cigarette out into my flesh.

We’ve been together for 21 years now.

She is still feisty. She still sometimes leaves her socks on. She hasn’t butted any cigarettes into my arm since, but there was that time that she caught my testicles on fire…

I still love her very much.

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I actually met my current hubby back in elementary school, but he hung out with the losers and I was one of the “gifted” kids, so we were never friends. We would occasionally say “hello” in the hallway, but that was it. It went this way all through junior and high school, although by the tenth grade I was hanging out with the “burnout” crowd too, so we ran into each other a little more often, but still nothing happened (I was dating future hubby #1 at that point).

Flash forward about seven years. Me and hubby #1 had just bought a house (it was his grandmother’s house, who had just died a few months before, so we sort of inherited the house). My hubby was acquainted with the girl who lived next door, who was just a couple of years younger than us (I was 23 at the time), so a few days after we moved in, he invited her over. She brought her live-in boyfriend with her. He looked kind of familiar, but I couldn’t place the face. My then hubby said “he went to high school with us”. We then started talking and found out that he had attended the same elementary, junior high and high school as me. I also found out that our birthdays were only one day apart. Over the next six months or so, I found myself becoming more and more attracted to him, but I resisted because I was married and he was living with my next-door neighbor. He finally admitted to me (in a drunken stupor) that he was attracted to me too. We ended up having an affair that lasted about three months. I left my husband, not so much because of the affair, but because of the way he treated me in general, but then me and this guy broke up a couple of months later. We were apart for about a year, then we got back together in the summer of 1994. We’ve been together ever since, and got married earlier this year. I call him my “savior” because if it wasn’t for him, I would have never had the courage to walk out on my first marriage, which was a living nightmare.

Shadowfox
“We are what we pretend to be.”

  • Kurt Vonnegut
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So that’s why you’re called Krispy Original!

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I go hiking once a week with a group of people near where I live. A friend of mine told me about the hikes. Last summer this young woman showed up at the hikes and I heard her mention one week that she was going on a group camping trip (with the hiking group.) So I told my friend “hey we should go to that too.”

During the trip my friend got the lady’s phone number before I did and went out on a few dates with her. But then he decided she wasn’t for him and so I waited a couple of weeks and asked her out myself. Our first date was when daylight savings time stops and so I rushed over there thinking I was 15 minutes late when actually I was 45 minutes early and she was still in her bathrobe, and another (male) friend of theirs happened to be there too! I wondered what was going on but we went out to dinner anyway.

She says I won her heart because on our third date she wasn’t felling well and had a sore throat and couldn’t speak, so I made her some homemade chicken noodle soup and brought a travel brochure with little pictures of common-day objects so you could point at something and not have to speak.

We’ve been together more than a year now and I’ll be proposing one of these days. She’s already thinking of getting married next year. Is two years after meeting someone too early to get married? (This will be the first for both of us, I’m 10 years older than her.)

La franchise ne consiste pas à dire tout ce que l’on pense, mais à penser tout ce que l’on dit.
H. de Livry

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I broke all of my generation’s “rules” when I met my hubby.

I was 48, my first husband (27 years) had died a year before, and after spending a year working, going home, working, going home, etc., I started accepting co-workers’ invitations to go out for a beer after work.

We still talk about the winter of 92 – it seemed like everyone just cut loose that year. (Several divorces and new marriages have resulted from our shenanigans.)

I had never (honest) slept with anyone except my first husband – didn’t think I could and didn’t think anyone would be interested in a middle-aged lady anyway.

Boy, things have changed! Did you guys know that you can sleep with somebody once or twice and you don’t have to marry them? That is so cool!

I had a brief relationship with a nephew by marriage 15 years younger than me. He introduced me to Cinderella and oral sex. (I’d never been exposed to either.) We’re still friends and work at the same place.

I got whisker burns from necking with another guy in the front seat of my pick-up, behind a bar.

I was another guy’s first extra-marital affair – he was going to leave his wife and we were going to run away to Wyoming. When I sobered up, I told him he should stay with his family at least til his kids were grown. I still feel a bit guilty about that one.

I met current hubby in a bar and he asked me out several times, but I always made excuses. Not sure why – he just seemed more mature than these other guys, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for a real “man”.

The one Sunday afternoon, I was sitting on my front porch drinking beer with a girlfriend. He drove by, stopped, and asked me if I’d like to go fishing later. Girlfriend left, and we picked up a 6-pack and headed for the river.

I had way too much to drink, almost fell in, and when we kissed I just wanted to do him right there, skeeters and all. We ended up back at my place and he spent the night.

Next day, I went to work (a bit late), and was pretty sure this was gonna be a one-nighter and that I’d screwed up (no pun intended).

About 5 minutes after I got home, the phone rang, and it was him – “Miss me yet?” He said supper would be ready in 15 minutes.

We “dated” for about 6 months, moved in together, and were married 3 years ago. He still does most of the cooking. :slight_smile:

He’s my life. I was so lucky.

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I am currently engaged to a wonderful woman I met in our Sunday School class. She needed someone to drive her to Tucson (which was a little over an hour away), and I, ever the gentleman, agreed. We talked in the car, had lunch together, and by the ride home, knew that we were very attracted to each other. :slight_smile:

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I was at a family reunion when I noticed this particularly foxy cousin with really purty teeth. She carried them wrapped in a lacy napkin in her pocketbook just to show them off. Well, it weren’t long before we were shooing the dogs out from under the porch so we could have a little privacy…Oops, wrong story.

I met my wife at my younger sister’s 16th birthday party. I hadn’t seen this particular friend before. I started flirting immediately, she didn’t exactly respond like I was hoping. Or maybe I didn’t flirt like she was expecting. Or maybe she wanted me to go away. She dissed me pretty good that night, but we both mysteriously developed a desire to watch my sister’s softball team. We would each “happen” to show up independantly (more or less) and watch the games together. We ended up dating for 7 years and have been married for almost 12. That should teach here to follow her gut instincts from now on…

The overwhelming majority of people have more than the average (mean) number of legs. – E. Grebenik

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I don’t have a mate. Boo hoo, boo hoo!

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tracer,thats exactly what I was going to say!! I met my former husband in a bar. He was performing in drag. I didn’t fall in love til I saw him as is. Currently,haven’t dated in 5 years. There are No single guys in any churches I gone to.

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In college. My wife to be was studying Scandinavian Studies. Though not strictly from the Scandinavian peninsula (which is Norway and Sweden), I qualified as an object to study.

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About three months after my best friend, Jennifer, had moved to California, I was feeling lonely and decided to go for a walk down her street. While I was walking, I heard someone call out my name. It was an acquaintence of ours, Sara. She was busy loading stuff into a truck because she was moving out of her parents’ house into her own apartment. I walked over to her and chatted for a while, and at some point, her boyfriend, Byron came out of the house. She introduced us, and the conversation moved on to other things. The apartment she’d rented was quite close to my mom’s house (I was 15 at the time) so I wound up spending a lot of time at Sara’s after that day. They took me out to Rocky, which led to a string of one night stands and a few close friendships (that are still thriving).

A few months later, Sara and Byron broke up. By this time though, I was so entrenched in the Des Moines Rocky soap opera, I still saw Byron every weekend, and we were friends. We were both depressed, he about his break-up with Sara and I about being shunned by his best friend, Jeff. We decided that, until one of us had a new SO, we’d dance the last dance together every weekend.

Fast forward a bit…sometime in 1994 I decided I had a crush on him and I really wanted to call him, but I had no reason to. Knowing that he was a giant video game junkie, I called him up and asked him to come over and help me get through a “particularly difficult stage in SuperMarioLand” ::chuckle:: We were together almost every day from that point on, and he proposed to me at Christmas that year. We were married a month before my 20th birthday in 1996 and have been fighting like plaids and stripes ever since. :slight_smile:

“…all the prettiest girls live in Des Moines…”
–Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Chris’ Homepage: Domestic Bliss

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orangecakes wrote:

S’okay. Even if there were, they usually won’t let you get it on in a church anyway. :wink:

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Just remembered something that would make a great story for the grandkids:

The summer before I started college, I went to the campus for a 10-week engineering program. They put us up in a high-rise dorm that was directly opposite another hight-rise dorm. Our building was all guys; the building across the way housed other special summer program attendees.

It so happened that the first week we were there, some sort of cheerleader camp was going on. Lotsa teenage girls. We were all pretty much geeks, and didn’t have the cojones to approach any of them directly, so we painted my phone number on the window of my 8th floor room with an invitation to call.

Oh, man, the calls we got; we’d change the window every day with personal messages to the girls who called us. They started putting on shows for us, shaking their asses and stripping in front of the windows. It was great.

Unfortunately, after about 4 days, the RA got jealous and made us clean off the window. But that’d be one hell of a story, eh? “I met your grandmother when I painted my phone number in the window and she did a striptease.”