At the Christmas dinner table. He was my brother-in-law. We’re fifteen years next month. And his ex-wife is my best friend.
I met my husband in High School English class. I overheard him talking to someone about a chemistry problem and he helped them solve it. Well I needed chemistry help, so I finally got the nerve to call him up. We hit it off and have been together for over six years, but only married for 3 weeks 
Online, playing EverQuest. shivers
I met him over a year ago. He had an item that I wanted to buy in the game (ironically, a diamond wedding band). While waiting on him to get me the item over the course of about two weeks we became friends. We started dating, a long distance relationship, a few months later. We will have been dating one year in a few weeks and have visited each other. He’s moving here to be with me next week and we will be moving into our first apartment. I love him so much! (He’s the one good thing that came out of that game.)
I was dating her roommate freshmen year in college. shudders
Not a pretty situation. But we celebrate 10 years of marriage next Friday (7/25) and we’ve been together for 17.
Her pimp introduced us.
Naw, I was walking across a grad school parking lot and saw her crossing the far side. I stopped dead in my tracks and thought “My gosh, I’m going to marry that girl someday.”
Several years of dating and seven years of marriage later, my heart still melts every time I see her.
He owned a bar–a disco, no less! My friend & I didn’t have enough money to pay the cover charge. I asked him if I could just go in & get a drink. Oh, and he was also married. Despite dire warnings from well-meaning friends, we knew we had “it”.
Twenty five years later, we are still together, been married for 17 years. I love him more each day…my happiness is the most important thing for him. He thinks he’s lucky but I know I am the lucky one.
I had a huge crush on my husband when we were in high school. I was at my grandma’s house one day and happened to look out the window as he went into his grandmother’s house (our grandma’s lived accross the street from one another). Anyway, as soon as I saw him that day, I developed this HUGE crush.
In fact, my grandma used to call me to come over when he mowed HIS grandma’s yard. haha She thought he was a hottie too.
Saw him being announced at a courtwarming pep rally, so I caught his name then. (He was an EXCELLENT wrestler, woo-woo).
Met his sister when we played tennis together. I had no idea it was her brother that I had the big thing for. She and I became best friends, and eventually I did figure out that they were related. Never talked to him, though. I was too shy.
So fast forward 3 years. My best friend (in order to get me to dump the abusive dirt-bag I was dating) talked to her brother. He said he’d love to go out with me, that he’d always liked me. So of course I jumped at the chance. Left the dirt bag, moved back to my hometown and started dating.
:D:D:D
We’ve been together for about 5 and a half years, and married just over 2 years. I guess my grandma and I have good taste. Oh, and now my best friend is my sister-in-law. My best friend is now family!
College, Drama Club. Dated for 5 years, engaged for 1, getting maried next year.
Met him at a bar. We’ve been together for seven years, married for going on a year.
I decided I’d never meet anyone in the town I lived in, so I used a dating service on the internet. I got 1200 responses to my “describe yourself” blurb. Lots of wonderful guys.
But one of them made a physics joke, so I married him.
We met in October of '96 online. Met in person February of '97. Married December '97.
Julie
My wife and I met on the street in front of the old 9:30 Club in DC. A friend of mine was visiting from out of town and I had just moved to the area myself. We were parked and headed into the club to see Jazz Butcher and Mary’s Danish. It was Nov. 4, 1989. A couple of girls asked us if it was legal to park where they had parked. We had just gotten a ticket there, so we said maybe not. The car they were in had a Mount Holyoke sticker on it. My friend, who was from South Carolina, said “Mount Holyoke, what’s Mount Holyoke?” I replied “It’s a women’s college in Mass.” My later-to-be wife was suitably impressed that a southern boy knew as much (no prejudice there!). :rolleyes: We got to talking and found out that her grandparents and my aunt lived about a mile apart (in Pine Bluff, AR) when we were growing up. She gave me her number. I called, we went out, and we have been together ever since, nearly 14 years, 8 of them married.
I met my fiance (my wife on August 17th) at a Toastmasters club.
What was strange, we discovered later, was the fact that I was working on a government project at Dyass AFB in Abilene Texas in 1982…while she was stationed there. We never met even though we went to the SAME bar all the time!!!
20 years later, she walks in the door at my club in Rapid City, SD.
I had just become a single mom, and had sworn to never trust another man again. My parents & I walked into our neighborhood Pizza place and were surprised to see a new owner- 6’2 blonde with blue eyes and well built. I dreamily looked at him and decided anyone who looked like that was married or had a girlfriend.
Started to frequent said pizza place, made some small talk with him as if I had never been there before. One afternoon ordered a lunch special, he said he knew who I was and he would make it right away. As i ran out the door of my moms house, I yelled out to her " Be right back, going to flirt with the pizza guy…" My mom’s response was, “Well you better take your baby boy, he just woke up”. Ugh, how tacky, I thought, flirting with a four month old baby on my hip.
Ok cut to the chase- walk into pizza place, pizza guy there with ALL THE DRIVER GUYS laughing and joking around. I approach the counter, dark sunglasses, gurgling chubby baby on hip and ask for my order. Pizza Guy is like hey I know you… tries to have a nice conversation. I immediately cut him off that he is mistaken and curtly ask for price. Confused and sorta sad look on his face, pay him & leave vowing to never go back due to embarrassment. Drive the 1/4 mile home contemplating how wrong I had been. Drop off baby and pizza at home, return to pizza place parking lot to find pizza guy walking back from 7-11 with his slurpee. Call him over to the car. Asked him what his name was and then said " Pizza guy, I don’t come here for the pizza, I come here because of you" Pizza guy stunned. I told him my name, said see ya around and sped off. 1 hour later get call from pizza guy, talk for a little( was a busy Friday night). Met that night for first date, walked and talked and have been together 7 years, married five. Knew he was the one when baby mistakenly called him something that sounded like daddy, and I discouraged baby because it was too soon in our relationship. Pizza guy turns to me and said, “But I want to be his Dad.”
Chokes me up every time.
I met my wife on an online message board dedicated to the columns of Cecil Adams, published weekely in the Chicago Reeder and other fine alternative newspapers nationwide.
I was working in a restaurant. One of my coworkers kept telling me about this friend of hers. The friend sounded like a lot of fun, but a real klutz. She had sprained her ankle and fallen out of a truck, all in one summer. Before I could ask for her phone number my coworker asked if I’d like to meet her.
We met for our blind date at a nice Chinese place. The date went well, until the ride home. I was driving a beat up Datsun, yes it was that old. As we rounded the corner for her road, the front passanger seat collapsed. I realize my blind date is lying flat on her back. She smiled at me and asked if this was my normal goodnight routine. Luckily she has a great sense of humor.
We dated for two years. We have been happily married for nine years as of April. I still can’t believe that a blind date worked out so well.
Well, she’s not my SO yet, but she calls what we have a “loving friendship”, and I guess that’s all right with me, since neither one of us wants to get married.
I have known her for ten years, she’s recently widowed (2 years), and has been quietly just “just standing in the shadows” not wanting to interfere in my then love life which was quickly going down the tubes. We have been out several times since I ended my previous relationship, and I find her very comfortable to be with.
And I should mention that we work in the same department, but different shifts, and we have discussed this and decided it needen’t be a problem unless we let it become one. She’s got three years on me and has the body of a 40 year old.
All in all I’m pretty lucky. She has nothing to prove, no “designs” on me other than my companionship and my loving, and I feel the same way about her.
Q
In a karaoke box 12 years ago. We both happened to wag school on the same day, at the same time.
He followed me back to Australia, and the rest is history.
Will celebrate our 9th anniversary on New Year’s Eve.
We were fixed up by friends (my best friend and her husband, who grew up with him and was best buddies with him for years until he moved out of state), which isn’t weird, but what I DID find a little bit odd was that our friends tried to fix us up a year and a half before it actually came about.
They had THOUGHT that not only would the two of us be perfect for each other, but that he had broken up with his girlfriend, so they invited him and me to their house on the same day. The girlfriend showed up too, so obviously nothing at all happened between me and him (other than regular socializing). When he and his girlfriend left, my friends were practically on their knees to me apologizing profusely, “We THOUGHT they had broken up! We’re so sorry!” Well, OK, so that was that.
Then around last Thanksgiving (2002 that is), my friends stopped over my place just for a visit. My best friend elbows me and winks. “Do you remember ____?” I said I did. “Well, he’s single…” I looked at her skeptically. “Didn’t you say that last time?” Her husband chimes in and emphatically insists that this time he really was available – six months prior he’d kicked her out of his house when he caught her messing around with another guy. Then my best friend said she’d asked him if he remembered me, and she said his face lit up with a big grin. So she asked me if it would be OK to give him my email address. I said yes, although I had to add, “for all the good it’ll do – when I met him that time he and his girlfriend were at your house, didn’t he say he lives in Maine or someplace like that?” Note: I hate winter, I hate snow and I have something of a driving phobia, so at first I thought it would be a total waste of my time and his.
We emailed and talked on the phone until almost Christmas (yes, his house is in New Hampshire), found out that way how seriously in tune our mindsets were, and on top of that, remembered from our first meeting which couldn’t go anywhere because he was “taken” that we both found each other attractive “that way” too. So he said he was going to be in NJ (where I live) during the week between Christmas and New Year’s to see his family and other friends, and would I like to get together? We ended up going out to lunch and a movie with the friends who fixed us up the Sat after Christmas, and the next day when he was on his way back up north, he stopped by here and we talked, watched a movie on my VCR and had dinner – and the sparks ignited. The next time we saw each other after that (he came down for another visit), they positively exploded.
It’s only been a tad over six months since we started seeing each other, and the long distance has made it rough, but we’re still “on” and I’m REALLY hoping this works out because I’m still totally crazy about him.
At a post-Rocky Horror Picture Show party, late August of 1999. (His sister-in-law’s brother was our cast leader.) In the buff. I distinctly remember being surprised that when he offered to rub my shoulders in the hot tub, that’s all he rubbed! 
He was a cute, older, college-educated Scorpio (I’m a Taurus with a track record of dating baaaaaaaaad boys), and that’s all I thought at the time. (I was 19 and still “seeing” my “ex” on a weekly basis. Just for sex, though.)
Then he joined cast (to get my phone number). And started calling. He was persistent.
Finally (after like six weeks), I call him back, and we make plans for our first date. Seven and a half weeks later, he proposed! :eek: However, we waited about 18 months to get married, and celebrated our 2nd anniversary one month (and three days) ago.
Ditto. Except, yeah, it wasn’t Weirddave’s wife I met (I hope not; mine’s definitely not from Canada–or so she tells me), and at the end of our first date, she walked away knowing two things: 1.) she had a good time; 2.) I was gay.
We’ve been married now for almost three weeks. I’m pretty sure she’s convinced I’m not gay, but I don’t mind proving to her again and again that I’m not.