I have a boyfriend! How'd you meet your SO?

At a LonDope, in November 2003. Much alcohol had been consumed by both of us (it was getting towards the end of the evening), and I was going round hugging everybody. I hugged him. I hugged him some more. One of us kissed the other. Cue fireworks. :smiley:

At work. Working for nothing at a crappy college bookstore. We got sent to the warehouse to “alphabetize books” (read: I don’t want you back in the store until 4 pm) for several weeks, hit it off like crazy.

I asked him out with friends but he said no (turned out to be money issues). Later, he asked me to go see Fellowship of the Ring, then we went bowling with coworkers the next night. We got really drunk, yadda yadda yadda, been living together (essentially) ever since. Three years this past February, we’re getting married next May.

I was married to someone else, she was married to someone else. She enrolled her son and later her daughter in my TKD school. Her marriage then cratered. A year later, so did mine. Mind you, up to this point, our relationship was strictly professional: she was, at first, the parent of students, then a student in her own right.

On 04/10/1993, we had a promotional testing in the school. It was our custom to go to the Marble Slab after testing and celebrate with ice cream. The kids asked me to come sit with them and mom. I did and we had a nice conversation, in which we talked about thinks like how would you spend the first million dollars if you hit the lottery, and did the Astros have a chance?

On Monday, I lucked into a set of Astros tickets for the following Saturday and asked her if she and the kids would like to come with me. She told me the kids were with their dad that weekend, so I worked up enough nerve to ask her by herself. She worked up enough nerve to accept. The Astros won. Now we run the school together and we just celebrated our 144th anniversary on 04/17/2005 (I do them monthly; it’s about the only way I can keep her on her toes :smiley: )

I sat on his lap at ChiDope '01. He invited me to go to Key West for a weekend a few months later. Much like TheFaerie, it was only supposed to be a fling. We got married almost exactly a year after that. And now I’m all knocked up. sob

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He was my flatmate.

I was looking for a flat-share in London. He was advertising a flat-share. I checked out his place since there were two prospective rentals in the same area. The first place I visited that night scared the crap out of me, after the owner tried to push me into his room, which featured hardcore home-made bondage pictures on the walls (and not of the arty type either – we’re talking bum holes, dick and lots of rope.)

After escaping from that mess, I really wasn’t in the mood for house-hunting, but I still went around to meet my boyfriend (as he turned out to become). He showed me around his flat (thankfully without trying to molest me) and we sat down and had a beer. I thought he was a very personable guy, but his flat was fairly far out of town and in quite a shitty area.

(The idea of a relationship never occured to me. My boyfriend is an attractive man, but not my traditonal “type”. Plus, I was still somewhat flustered after escaping from bondage-porn flat.)

So the next day I settled on a newer flat, in a nicer area. The owner of this flat was not nearly as cool as my boyfriend, but he seemed nice and also shared the advantage of having no bondage porn on the walls. I weighed it up and went for practical, logical choice – as I always do…

Accordingly, I rang the owner of the nice flat and said I wanted the room. He said great, but could I ring him back since he was on a train just about to go through a tunnel and would soon lose his phone signal.

Then I reconsidered. I thought again. (It was clearly the logical choice to go for the nicer flat, closer to where I would work. But the boyfriend was such a nice guy. But we work 50+ hours a week, so we wouldn’t see much of each other anyway.) Against logic, I figured fuck it and never rung the guy in the train back. I rang my boyfriend instead and moved in a day later.

So our relationship began due to a heady combination of scary gay porn, train timetabling, some very uncharacteristic decision making, and (later) excessive alcohol consumption. But it’s the best thing I’ve ever had.

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You have one of the most interesting family trees. :smiley:
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Yeah…unfortunately, it’s full of nuts.

FYI, his first wife is my best friend. She’s my ex’s sister.

Are you ready for this one? I’m so embarassed but I’ll say anyways.
We met on AOL.

There, I said it. It wasn’t as simple as all that - in fact, it was quite a bit complicated and took us more than a year to actually “get together”, but we’ve been living together for 5 years and been married for 6 months.

My sister and I attended the same college and I thought one of her sorority sisters was hot. So I tried to think of some way to get to know the hot girl besides hitting on her, wasted, next time I saw her at a party. My sister had an upcoming 20th birthday approaching so I convinced her friend to help me plan a surprise keg party. It was pretty much a ruse - by Sr. year I had planned one or two on my own. But it worked! We met a couple times to “plan” (read: flirt) and on party night I asked her if she wanted “a tour of the house” (read: go to my bedroom and make out). The rest is history.

Mensa. I swear to God it was Mensa!

He first noticed me at my city’s Regional Gathering (RG for short). I was a bit preoccupied that weekend, but I noticed this fellow kept turning up at the monthly Games nights. He was shy, but fun and interesting, not to mention a very good card player. Another city was holding an RG in December, so I suggested he go, hoping I could get to know him better. He did, hoping he’d see me. Unfortunately, I had to leave the RG at 7:00 am Sunday morning to make it back to my city by Greyhound bus to sing at an Evensong service that evening. He told me he’d have been happy to offer me a lift back home, but it was a little too late for that. We were both at December’s Games Night and things continued to go well. We wound up at the same Mensa New Year’s Eve party and couldn’t stop talking to each other.

January came and I was not driving to Games Night through sleet and freezing rain. As it was, I couldn’t make it out of my parking lot the following morning. He did go, and he was the only one who turned up. I realized I didn’t want to let another month go by without seeing him. There was another Mensa event the following weekend, but I was down for 3 hours of volunteer work with an animal shelter right before it. That’s why I was in jeans and a sweatshirt, covered in dog hair and dog drool when I gave him my phone number.

He called his sister and said, “She gave me her phone number. What does this mean?”

His sister replied, “It means she wants you to ask her out, you idiot!” Well, he apparently didn’t believe her, because she had her husband tell him the same thing. (Mensan men have many wonderful qualities; being socially quick on the uptake isn’t one of them! :wink: )

I suppose he must have believed them, because he did ask me out. That was last January. We are astonishingly, saccharinely in love and both of us are amazed at how lucky we are. He’s brilliant, funny, sweet, kind, and all-around wonderful. He encourages my dreams and idealism, even when I wind up a bit bruised from tilting at windmills. He’s also one hell of a kisser!

Ladies (and gentlemen), if you want to meet someone who thinks intelligence is sexy, not scary, I can’t recommend Mensa highly enough. As the saying goes among ladies who know and love them, “Mensan men: they don’t come any better!”

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a date!
CJ
(Vanishes into a cloud of saccharine haze)

Met mine playing EverQuest. I started playing with my ex, and we broke up, i continued to play. My guild had basically merged with another one, which is how I met him. We started RP writing (basically message-board chain stories) together, which led to chatting on the phone, and I started to develop feelings, which I rather dismissed as infatuation based on the RPing we did together.

After about a year of this, our guild had a RL meet in Vegas (I lived in Chicago, he in Dallas), and we decided to meet for the first time IRL there. I figured if nothing else, we’d have a good time hanging out with all our other friends, and it’s always fun (to me at least) to meet people you spend so much time online with.

It was, and I say this with all sincerity, love at first sight. By the end of the weekend, we both knew we were in love, had spent the entire weekend joined at the hands and hips (luckily the rest of our guildmates who were there understood, as we saw the rest of them for maybe 3 hours tops all weekend), and I knew this the “the real thing”.

I moved down here three months later to live with him, and we’ve been blissfully happy ever since.

We’ve since quit EverQuest, we play World of Warcraft instead. :smiley:

In a bar. Really.

I’d had the worst day ever at work. Horrible.

Every day for a year on my way home from work, I would pass a TGIF/Bennigans-type bar, four blocks from where I lived. I’d never been in there before, but today I pulled in, went inside, and sat at the bar. I just couldn’t stand to go home to my little apartment and stew over what a bad day I’d had.

I nursed a beer for a bit. The guy on the left of me was with friends. Eventually his friends left, and we struck up a conversation. Nice guy, great talk. Sometime during this, on my right, a girl sat down, solo. Eventually, guy-on-left went to the bathroom. I mumbled a “hi, howaya?” to girl-on-right. She pointedly ignored me. Oh, well. Bitch.

Guy-on-left reappears, we shoot the breeze for a while, eventually he splits. Which leaves me alone with girl-on-the-right. The nightly news is on the screen she’s watching, and I make a can’t-be-ignored comment about the news coverage, and she answers me. We start chatting and kind of hit it off. We chat for about an hour, then she needs to leave. She invites me home “just to talk”. We did exactly that, and no more, most of the night. 3 days later, we did much more.

It’s been 18 years, we’re still together, and married for 16 years this June. Our son is six.

[Rude joke in inviso text]
So when do you want us to come on over and hold him down while you shave him!? :stuck_out_tongue:
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I spotted her from across a smoke filled bar room.

Surounded by a bunch of drunken horny men…

I looked directly into her bloodshot eyes as she was downing her seventh shot of Tequila; and I just knew, this was the girl for me.

My special lady friend is an ex-work colleague whom I was slightly scared of in the office (she was very stern in appearance back then, before I got to know her better)

She emailed me in the office to ask for an electronic copy of her signature. I’m not sure why since she had other friends in the office she knew better than me. Regardless, a week or two after emailing her this file I emailed her again with some comical attachments and further emails revealed she liked Farscape and AvP. After staying over in my place (but not sleeping together) she texted me to join her in bed. Sleeping like a log as usual I missed the text and she left next morning slightly embarassed. Thankfully we went out again and went to bed together properly this time, the rest of course being rather straightforward :slight_smile:

I noticed there was another doper from Brisbane who went to the same uni as me and I had free tickets to “Bowling for Columbine.” On a whim I asked her if she wanted to use the other free ticket (in an IMHO thread, no less!) and surprisingly she said yes… 2 years later and I think enough said!

My fiance and I went to the same school. He came into my social circle when we were about 15/16. He dated my friend for 9 months. Then we started working in the same place. At the work ‘Christmas Do’ we were all supposed to end up in a club at the end. However we were 17 so we couldn’t get in. We went drinking at his house instead. There was much snogging. However we didn’t start dateing until a couple of days after my 18th birthday, for a few reasons I won’t bore you with.

In a Yahoo! chat room.

We talked every evening via IM, with cams & telephone for 18 months. Both sent care packages across the Atlantic during those 18 months.

Despite the time difference, we both worked the same hours (he worked 2nd shift) and we incorporated morning chats into the cirruculum. One morning, he got online and said that he’d just received my latest package. I insisted he turn his cam on which was unusual for a.m. chats. I watched as he opened up the box, going through the usual cookies, candies and home made cds… and a plaster cast I’d made of my hand. He started crying, and said that he could finally hold my hand. Which of course, started me crying. Hell, I’m getting misty now. Still have that hand and all the cards and stuff we exchanged. He brought it when he came to the States.

That was well into our relationship, and long after we had decided that one of us had to immigrate, so not exactly the moment we knew it was right… But I just love that story and had to tell it.

Anyway, he came over in January of 2003 and we got married that next month, on Valentine’s Day. Been happy as clams ever since!

I met Mr2U the old fashioned way. I picked him up in a bar. 9 years ago this summer as a matter of fact…

I met my wife on the street in front of the old 9:30 club in DC. We struck up a brief conversation outside the club, then when I spotted her in the club a little later, she gave me a little wave, and that was all I needed. We’ve been together ever since, 15 years, married almost 10, with three beautiful children. :slight_smile:

I love this.

(Edited for my amusement)