Married Dopers: who made the first move in your relationship?

Worked when it counted, didn’t it? :cool:

I made the first move with the Lovely and Talented Mrs. Shodan, AFAIK.

I add the caveat because I was under the impression that I had been the initiator in the relationship all along. Some years after our marriage, she mentioned that actually she had decided that I was The One, and it was merely a matter of “setting the hook” and then “reeling it in”. Seems to have done the trick - I have been stuffed and mounted on her wall for the last twenty-six years or so.

Regards,
Shodan

So, that’s what you kids are calling it these days. :wink:

All I know is that one minute, you were writing on people with green icing, and the next, you two were glued together at the lips…

Bah.

:: fires warning shot because I’m not sure if that was a misspelling ::

::dodges ceiling tile dislodged by my irresponsible gun use ::

That’s all I know too… I think there was hugging bye involved too… But nope, I got nothing now.

I did. But he now claims I also was the one who proposed, which apparently makes it All My Fault.

It was my Darling Marcie who blazed the trail and led the way----I was six years past a disastrous divorce that ended a nineteen year relationship and I was terrified of women in general and commitment in particular. The first time she hinted that a kiss would be nice, I pecked her on the forehead and ran for the door.

We’ve been married twelve years now.

We’re separated now, but we were sitting in a bar very late at night, having hung around as friends a lot, and she turned to me with a frustrated expression and said “You just don’t get it, do you?”

I said “Huh?”

She said “I like you.”

So I said “What the hell,” and kissed her.

The previous one, I chased and chased and chased her for months, but was too nervous about “screwing up the friendship” to make a move. Until one summer night I could handle it no more, and as we were laying out beneath the stars under a blanket, as we’d done for the previous two nights, I kissed her. She kissed me back.

“That’s better!” I said, and she agreed.

We were inlaws for 10 years. Both our relationships crumbled and he made the first move. It didn’t take the first time, but eventually it all came together.

I have a hunch there was also some beer involved. :stuck_out_tongue: Oh, and never underestimate the hypnotic effects of rugelach.

Aaah… So it was all your fault? :wink:

So I’m not allowed to say something like “amusement park, eh? I’d have guessed county fair,” for example?

Evidently I have to get to more DopeFests. :slight_smile:

More on topic: I did, but unbeknownst to me, she’d been interested in me for a while. I offered English lessons, something I had done for occasional side work. The language barrier turned out to be a time-saver: apparently misunderstanding, she met me dolled up and ready for a first date, which is what I really wanted anyway. I learned her language, then she mine.

Berlitz? Rosetta Stone? Forget it. Marriage is the ultimate immersion program.

Well, I can only vouch for the 2003 LonDope. (Lord, is it THAT long ago already?) The BritDopers are an…exuberant bunch.

Exuberant, Eva Luna, is an understatement. Especially when there are birthdays and alcohol involved… :wink:

Such a pity I probably won’t be at many more LonDopes…