So… where/how did you first meet your boyfriend, girlfriend, hubby, wif(i)e 
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Like a true geek, I met my current SO on the internet. A very long story I shan’t go into.
My ex-wife I met in a little coffee house. It was 11:00 at night and I remember her walking into the little back room where I was hanging out with the owner. (My friend Beau). I took one look at her, and my mouth dropped wide open. She was gorgeous. Long legs, long brown hair, these beautiful big brown eyes. Then she opened her mouth. Apparently Beau knew her from some poetry slam a month or so back, and they started talking. She appeared to be fairly intelligent, so I got in on the conversation and we all started talking. Then it ended up just being me and Cher(my ex-wife) talking until 9 AM. We started going out and one thing led to another and we fell in love. A year later we were married, and a year after that we were divorced.
That’s my story.
My turn…
I can only offer my (unfortunatelly) ex boyfriend:
Easy: I was the language student who occupied the room opposite his room.
He knocks on door: Would you like some tea?
Me thinking: No. I dont. I am not thirsty in the least
Me answering: yes please and following him to the kitchen…
Actually first words saied are pretty funny too - whoever can remember them, please provide!
Current SO used to be my boss. We were both (ahem) asked to leave that company, we kept in touch, and one thing led to another.
I met my ex at a mutual friend’s house. He invited us over for dinner. I offered to give him a ride home after dinner. We only found out later it was a setup.
My first boyfriend…Hmm… that would have been Stuart. I had a crush on him for about a year. The beginning of my sophomore year in high school my parents took me to a local restaurant/bar that was having some sort of outdoor party with bands one weekend afternoon. Stuart was there, I was thrilled even though I’d never talked to him in my life. I was sitting and watching the band, and Stuart came over and plopped down and said “Hi, I’m Stuart. Nice to meet you.” I could barely talk I was so flustered! He later asked me out, and we dated a few times before I got cold feet and everything sort of fell apart. Ah, young love!
My first b/f had a great opening line “Hi. Can I befriend you?”
My hubby was my sailing instructor. I kinda sorta hinted that he should ask me out. He tells a different story, but after 17 years, who can remember the details?? 
We were cruising in a gay bar (not exactly the atmosphere for a LTR). Well, I was cruising, he was just drinking. We met, we talked, we made a date for the next night, I left. I went back the next night, he wasn’t there. I went back the following night, he was there, we talked, we went out. That was over three years ago. We’ve been together ever since and will be together for ever more.
I met my SO at school. Both of us had left miserable jobs and gone back for computer training. He was rather outspoken about the shortcomings of the school, and I found this rather attractive. I thought he was about 32 (he was 38); he thought I was about 30, but couldn’t figure out why I looked so young (I was 26). It took some mental gymnastics for me to get over the age difference, but I am glad I did.
I still remember being in our hardware class, and the instructor announcing that we were to pick lab partners. I thought, “Oh, I hope he picks me!” and felt about 12 years old But he did. We have been married just over a year.
Met at school. I was seeing someone else, and he just kept sending me notes. I made him quit, but when I broke up a few months later, I made sure he found out.
Rather than repost it, you can read about how I met my spouse in an older thread entitled “Chance to Romance – Am I shameless or what?!” and just for good measure…you can read PLD’s anniversary thread to me.
As to my first boyfriend…we were part of a group of friends and for a while I had a not-to-well-hidden and very one-sided crush on him that eventually turned to just friendship. One summer I went away to California with my uncle for a month and when I came back he started spending a lot of time talking with me–I mean the very night I got back…I guess he saw me in a different light or something after I’d been away. Anyway that was how we started dating each other. Not nearly as romantic or rewarding as meeting PLD. At least we (1st & I) remained friends (eventually).
Cheers!
quietgirldownthehall and I went to the same middle school and then to the same high school. I first met her when I was in 8th grade, she in 7th. We had some of the same friends, but we didn’t become close until my junior year.
We were both in the band- she played flute, I played mallets, and one football game she sat next to me. I started to teach her how to play the bells. Our band trip that year was to London, and we spent the whole trip together. The first time we kissed was on New Year’s Eve in London.
We had to deal with some issues- it isn’t easy realizing that you’re gay- but in April I asked her out and she said yes. A year and a half, and I’ve never been so happy.
(this is the abbreviated version. The epic one would read like a novella.)
Math Geek and I met in undergrad. We had a mutual friend who wanted to live with both of us, so we got a house together. The three of us were also in a play together, so MG and I started hanging out in the evenings and between classes with a few other people he knew from the theatre group and from his classes. After graduation he and I ended up living in another house together (imagine that!) and things progressed from there.
Wholly unromantic, but at least we each got to know what the other was like as a roommate before starting a relationship.
I started writing a long version but realized it was REALLY an epic, part travelogue, part philosophical reflection on solitude and companionship, and part panegyric to British beer, with a few amusing anecdotes about backpackers’ hostel management thrown in. It’s a good story and I shall have to put it in a book someday, but for now I think I’d better post the short version.
Me: a week into a two-month solo backpacking through Europe. Him: working behind the desk at a hostel in York. I went down to the hostel bar for a quick pint before bed; he sat down next to me and introduced himself; four hours later we were still talking. A week later I was still in York. We both realized that if I stayed any longer I would never leave, so we said goodbye and I took the train to Edinburgh, promising I’d be back but not entirely believing it. And I went to many other places, and had all the usual adventures, plus one or two that were decidedly unusual and cemented my decision to come back. So I cut things a bit short, traveled from Santiago de Compostela to York in two and a half memorable days (if you haven’t tried this, it’s quite a feat), and said hello again. And haven’t said goodbye yet.
Met my second-to-last boyfriend by sitting behind him in history class and making fun of him all the time. Started going out because he sent me flowers when the guy I had a crush on got killed in a race-track accident.
We broke up.
Met my last boyfriend at a Wendy’s. I came up a dollar short on my order, he was behind me, he insisted on giving me the money I needed and sitting with me to eat.
We broke up.
Met my virtual husband here… lol
I think I may have posted this story here before, but here goes.
I actually met my current SO back in 1982 in elementary school, but he always hung out with a group of boys who had nothing better to do than to tease me because I was the only girl in the fifth grade with boobs. Later on, in junior high and high school, we would occasionally hang out together with the same group of people, but we didn’t actually become friends until late 1992, when me and my then-husband moved into a new house and he lived next door with his then-girlfriend. My marriage disintigrated in mid-1993, at about the same time that his relationship with his girlfriend also went to pieces. Within a few weeks of both break-ups, we had to admit to each other that there definitely was a mutual attraction, so we started dating. Even though we were both on the rebound at the time, it ended up working out. We have been together for seven years now, and got married about a year and a half ago.
Once when I was in band camp…
Well that is where I met my husband. 
It was our first day at UCF’s band camp. It was aug 11, 1998 and it was hot. Me, being the irresponsible person that I am, didn’t bring any sun protection gear. I walked right up to a geeky looking trombone player and took his hat off his head and said “you don’t need sunglasses and a hat!” and walked off. He let me go and laughed. later at lunch that day. I had gathered a few people who were as lost as I was and sat down to eat. Chris was alone at another table. I called over to him and said, “you can’t sit alone during band camp…” and invited him over.
the way he says it though is that he saw me on the field within the first few minutes. (duh! I was in a bright yellow hotdog shirt with mismatched argyle socks) Then when i took his hat, he wasn’t worried I’d go anywhere since I was stuck here at band camp. When I invited him over to sit with us for lunch that was the start of our relationship.
We were married two months ago.
I met my current SO at a bar. Yeah, I know - it usually doesn’t work out.
And now, it looks like it isn’t going to… 
I met Pepper Mill (Mrs. Cal) at a Science Fiction Convention – a WorldCon, in fact.
Shared interests…
We kept running into each other, over and over, purely by chance. (Even though there were other people there we knew or wanted to see, we didn’t keep running into THEM.) It’s almost enough to make you believe in Fate. (And no, there’s no way it could’ve been planned.) We ended up trading phone numbers. Turns out we were born 10 days apart and grew up 40 miles from each other. I even rode my bike past her house as a kid. But we first met 300 miles away from there.
Been going out for over a decade. Married for seven years now.