strange places you've met SO's

In this thread, Zebra mentions that trying to pick women up on the subway isn’t really effective (which is generally true). Now, since I met an ex on T on the way to work a few years ago, it got me thinking - what are some strange places you’ve met SOs or dates?

The meeting on the T (Boston subway) was pretty odd - we were both on the way to work, very early (about 6:30am), and the T was quite empty, being early even for commuters. I had a bunch of stuff w/ me, as it was mother’s day that Sunday and I was going to my parents’ house for the weekend. I got on the train, and we kind of looked at each other and smiled a bit (I’m a little shy when it comes to that kind of thing, at least at first).
We both got off at the same stop to switch from the green line to the red line, and he trotted after me and asked for my number! Without hesitation, I said yes. To this day I don’t know why I did, because that’s not usually my style, but I did. We ended up dating for about three months - it was one of those very intense, quick-moving relationships that fizzled out just as quickly.

Second strange meeting place - my college health center. I went in for flu-like symptoms, and he was there for strep. He came into the waiting room after me, and sat down. We did the “look at each other, look away” thing for a few minutes, then he asked if he knew me, b/c I looked familiar (I’m pretty sure this wasn’t a line, because a lot of people say that to me - I think I have one of those faces that looks like everyone else?). We got to talking, and traded numbers. He called a few days later, and we went out on a really great date! Who woulda thunk it?
Then he didnt’ call for a few days…I was kind of sad, but was going to give it a few more days before I called him. Then I ran into him coming out of a bar near my apt (he was coming out of the bar, I was on my way home from work). Apparently, he’d lost my number and had just stopped by my apt and left his number w/ my roommate! I felt special - he’d gone into the bar to have a drink and hang out in case I called, b/c he lived sort of far away. Unfortunately, he was going to Europe for the summer about two weeks after we met, so nothing ever came of it, but he was a really nice guy and we had fun.

I met my fiance on Yahoo! Personals, which isn’t that strange, but I like to tell people how we met because I like talking about him. :smiley:

Anybody else have unusual meeting stories?

I met my ex-wife in a psychiatric hospital.

No, we both worked there.

I have a friend who met his girlfriend in the bathroom. Supposedly the story goes that he stepped through the wrong door (!) and ran into her, literally, and after he helped her to stand up he realized that he was in the wrong bathroom and bolted for the door.

She chased him down a little ways away and thanked him for helping her up and making sure she was okay. And they’ve been dating for a few weeks now.

It was the first day of my first career job. Just out of grad school, recruited by a large federal agency, arrive at the in-processing center, and they have no record of my employment. :eek:

They call someone, verify that I do in fact have a job (reassuring, seeing as I had moved 500 miles, signed a lease on an apartment, etc.), and send me over to wait in the lobby until they can get the paperwork together.

Meanwhile the twenty or so other new hires are getting processed. They fill out their paperwork, and get in line to get their security badge photos taken.

The line moves along for a bit, and then stops. I see the flash of the camera going again and again, but the line isn’t moving. Eventually, a young woman comes out from behind the divider, and heads out to the lobby and sits down next to me.

The requirement for the security photo is that the subject have their eyes open. This young lady had a severe reaction to flashbulbs, and simply was unable to keep her eyes open when the flash went off. In order to get things moving again, they kicked her out of line until everyone else was done.

We got to talking, and, by the time they called for her to come sit for her photo again (it took about twenty attempts before they managed to get one where she was merely squinting), we found that we had both moved from distant locations, had settled into the same apartment complex, and agreed to car pool to work.

Within a couple of weeks, one thing had lead to another. We were together for a year or so, and stayed friends for the three years I worked there.
(A month later, they changed the security badges, and everyone had to get a new photo. It took her at least thirty tries!)

He’s my ex brother-in-law. We met at a holiday gathering.

How very Jerry Springer, <b>Kalhoun!</b> :wink:

I met mine at the most crazy, psycho, effed-up MB on the planet*. The strangest part is that in that sea of madness, two (nominally) sane people were able to find each other. I wonder how those two people are doing, because Amber and I are great!

*No, it wasn’t the SDMB

My husband and I went to the same school but hadn’t really met. One night we were both at a party in a park and I was mad at my boyfriend because he didn’t want to go to the prom with me (he was a couple years older and out of school). So I went up to this random guy and asked him. His response was “We’ll see.” He came to a party at my house the next night (we were quite the party animals back then), and by the next weekend I had dumped my boyfriend to be with him. We’ve been together ever since!

I met mrs. danalan at the fair, and made her puke.

I had arranged to meet a girl at the fair whom I had first met at camp earlier in the summer. Not much of a date, but I was only 13… She didn’t really like me much, so she arranged for mrs. danalan to tag along in hopes of discouraging me.

I took them both on some carnival rides, and noted that mrs. danalan seemed to have poor tolerance to spinning. One teacup ride later, she’s bent over in the grass beside the ride, puking her guts up. This effectively ended the ‘date’, and I’ve never seen the girl from camp since.

3 years later mrs. danalan’s family moves into the same neighborhood as me, we meet (on the school bus) and start dating. It wasn’t until several months into our relationship that we discovered our prior history at the carnival: “That was YOU?!”

She got back at me later on a ride called the ‘Egg Beater’. She paid the attendant to make the ride extra-long. Lots of green customers after that trip. :slight_smile:

My wife turned up unexpectedly in my mailbox. She started out as a client, buying what I was selling though a classified ad in a publication for collectors of what we both collect. She was down here, I was in Canada. Over time, we got to be friends by mail, and after two years of long distance relationship, I moved down here to stay and we’ll have been married for seven years in May.

Crazy friend (mine) and slut friend (hers) hooked up at the beach, while Crazy was trying to console/help Mrs. Butler after she broke off an engagement. Crazy friend needed a place to bring her, so he gave me a call. Slut friend needed a chaperone (for safety) so she brought along my wife, with the condition that the “date” for her be older, and have a place of his own.

Crazy & Slutty never saw each other again, but a few weeks later, Mrs. Butler and I connected by phone, and went on a date. I was supposed to be her “Big one night stand.” But she blew it and ended up marrying me! (Guess I made an impression :slight_smile: )

Not a crazy place, but an odd situation. Crazy ended up in some trouble, and I’ve not seen him since, which is ok by me. Slutty ended up moving back near her parents, and as I don’t really like her either, that is also fine with me.

-Butler

Here.

Castle Dracula.

Well, the Castle Dracula show at Universal Studios, circa 1980. They had an audience participation bit that I got involved in for fun, and afterwards one of the actors asked for my phone number. We were together for about 4 years (which was about 3 and a hlaf years too long, unfortunately).

Not a strange place, but I’ve met a rather large number of girls wearing my ZWAN shirt. Now I wear a band shirt almost every day, and ZWAN isn’t my favorite band, nor is it ever the girl’s favorite band. I guess guys in ZWAN shirts look very approachable… it was a pretty cool looking shirt, though.

Wait a minute… if you haven’t met these girls yet, how did they end up with your ZWAN t-shirt? :dubious:

:wink:

I met my girlfriend Bin-Gay on the ferry of all places–and on Sept 11 of all days.
We had heard that a plane had crashed into the towers on the ferry–and she sat next to me on the bus (the bus meets the ferry for the final leg of the commute to Seattle) and we started talking. She found out I was an Architect and had all these questions about the buildings, etc.

Then over the next few months we became good friends—sharing book titles, etc. She seemed like a nice lady and that was about it since I was married at the time.

However, about a year later after I was divorced I took a chance and asked her out and we have been together since then. Almost two years now and she is my best friend and I am madly and deeply head over hills in love with her. Sometimes taking chances is the right thing to do!

Who would have imagined a chance connection like that would have done this! :slight_smile:

I met my husband several years ago at his best friend’s house: the home of my then-fiance. (no, I didn’t run off with his best friend… at least not until long after he’d left me for some chick he worked with at Subway, for Og’s sake).

But then again, I met my ex-fiance in a strange place: Everquest.

Mrs. Lagomorph and I both lived and worked in the Boston area.

We met in the living room of a rental condo in Crested Butte Colorado.

Well:
[ul][li]On the floor of my great aunt’s living room – I was 9 months old at the time.[/li][li]In seventh grade typing class[/li][li]In the student lounge at the local community college[/li][li]In the lobby of the theatre showing 2001: A Space Odyssey[/li][li]At the tabloid rack at the grocery store checkout[/li][/ul]

What makes these rather mundane locations special is that they all involve the same girl, the lovely Skulldigger, and in the 30 years, 3 months, and 3 weeks since the last-named instance, we have been apart only when I had to leave town to work.

Well, heck, if that’s considered strange by normal people, I guess I count.

I met my boyfriend in Yohoho! Puzzle Pirates. He was the captain of my crew, a crew I randomly joined because the name was just too great to pass up. After I’d been in the crew for about 6 months, we got to be friends, then best friends, then best friends either of us had ever had. At about 8 months, I found out he was dating another crewmate. I didn’t really think she was right for him, but I mostly kept my mouth shut. The jealousy grew, the attraction grew, but I was with someone else at the time. Eventually the thing with someone else was ending, and the thing he had with the other girl was ending, and we both knew it. I went up to where he lives to visit (that was the second time I’d been up to see him) and we were just drawn to each other.

The things we had going on with other people ended very shortly after that. I do love that man so.

Heh. I met my husband in a drug and alcohol rehab center.

No, neither of us worked there! :wink: