How did you meet your Husband/SO?

I think that is the sweetest thing. How romantic almost like a cute movie story, the kind that gives you hope in the end

 
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It was nice because I fell in love with his kids at the same time I fell in love with him.. so there was never any awkwardness with meeting the “woman” their dad was dating.  They kinda were just like “cool… when can we go hang out with her too Dad!”  I think this is why the kids and I have a such a special and unique bond, even now that they are young adults. Even if he and I were to “split” tomorrow.. I could never just NOT have them in my life.
 

Not much to tell......just a military story.......my Dad was in the Army and I was dating DH's friend, DH's friend and DH both in the Army of course.......one night BF had to pull a 24 hour security detail and DH showed up moving in for the kill so to speak[]......a nasty break up with his friend and a year later DH and I were married.[] Nothing to it......

I was just out of college and had started my first job.  In the 6 months of job searching between college and work, my boyfriend and I broke up and I was just crushed.  Jobless and manless all at the same time []  It was so terrible!

Anyway, one of the secretaries at my place of work had a nephew who had just moved back to the area.  He was building a house not far from me and was looking for a place to live while he finished the house.  I was struggling to pay a mortgage by myself so I offered to let him stay with me and pay rent.  I was still so "anti-man" after my breakup that the thought never even crossed my mind that I might end up dating this guy!!  I wasn't even the least bit interested!  He was about 9 years older than me so I never even suspected we'd find anything in common. 

Well, after two years, we're still dating.  It's funny because he really didn't intend to move back to this area.... his other job plans didn't work out and I just *happened* to land the job I have which brought me to this area.  So I think everything happens for a reason []

The INTERNET, of course! Where else?

I had this long three paragraph story about how my fiance and I met and when I went to post it it said my session had timed out, and I'm not about to type all that again.  So basically we met at a bar.  He was playing in his band and I was watching.  Trust me, my other post would have been a 100 times better.

It's funny because he really didn't intend to move back to this area.... his other job plans didn't work out and I just *happened* to land the job I have which brought me to this area. So I think everything happens for a reason []

Isnt that the truth.  My husband and I met online but here in Dallas/Fort Worth.  Ironically, we both were born and spent many years in Wisconsin, we both lived in California then we both moved here....where we finally met []

We are high school sweethearts - started dating the summer before our senior year, and it was supposed to be a summer fling. Been together 5 years this past June. []

My friend (Amanda) met his friend (RH) on the side of the road when driving. They pulled each other over when they saw each other. lol. A few nights later my friend asks me to come out and meet her new boyfriend. I didnt want to. I partied a little to much the night before (friends birthday) and was not feeling up to going out. She begged. I finally gave in. I put on a gross old sweat shirt and jogging pants. When we got there I met RH, he brough a friend, Ryan. I though great I have to hang out with these Oshawa kids (Oshawa is a city, with a bad reputation). We hung out for about 4 hours. Then they decided to go home. As they were leaving. Ryan yells "Amanda. Your friends hot!" I though oh how original loser. And we all left.
Well my best friend was dating RH so obviously Ryan started coming out with him. Over the course of a few weeks I started to like him. Even found myself thinking alot about him one weekend I went away with my friends. Well he finally asked me out on July 30th 2004, I said no as we both had been drinking, and I said ask me when you are sober. So he asked me the next day. So this Tuesday will be our 3 year anniversery.

The funny part about that is RH was supposed to bring out a totally differnt friend. but the friend bailed. As RH was on his way to meet us. he saw Ryan walking down the street. He stoped Ryan and asked him to go. RH and Ryan hadnt seen each other much since high school, so about 3 years. It was just a strand of luck RH was driving down that road and Ryan was walking down it.

I had a friend in college, John, who had a friend from his home town, Sarah. John's gay, Sarah's a lesbian, they both grew up in a small rural town so they of course were good friends. I met Sarah a few times in college and she started dating anothe girl I knew there so she was down visiting quite a bit. Fast forward a couple years, I got my first real job out of college in Washington DC and John and I decided to be roommates. Meanwhile, Sarah, who is a bit of a free spirit, was also knocking around DC and we kept trying to make plans to hang out with her but she lived clear on the other side of town (and when you're talking about DC that's like a 45 minute drive). We kept calling over there trying to get a hold of her but instead finding her roommate Dave was always home but she never was and every now and then I'd talk to him a little, he seemed nice.

Finally we were able to make some plans with her, drove all the way out there, and what did I see upon first rolling up to her place but this roommate, Dave, out in the back yard practicing Taiji Chuan (Tai Qi). He had long blond hair (like, really long) and a long goatee and was kinda funny looking but cute. He had tattoos on his arms of Chinese characters that I immediately when he came in from his practice identified as "lin", forest, and "shan", mountain. I studied abroad in China in 1995 and speak Chinese so I was kind of intrigued by this guy practicing a Chinese martial art with Chinese characters tatooed on his forearms. Anyway, the four of us decided to go down to the Smithsonian (the one thing I miss about living in DC) and visit the Freer and Sackler galleries of Asian art. John and Sarah kept conveniently excusing themselves to go outside and smoke cigarettes, leaving Dave and I alone in the gallery.

The rest is history I guess. We broke up once, for about 5 minutes. But other than that we've been inseperable for the past 10 years. We got married in 2000. He's kind of a butthead sometimes, but he means well. He's out of town this weekend and I already miss him terribly.

Dh and I met in Mexico and no, he's NOT Mexican. we were on the same tour and got separated from our group.  I was seventeen, he was eighteen.  We will be together thirty yearsDec., 2008, married twenty six this Decemebr.

I met my first wife when I was a bouncer working nights at a club. She would come in and pretty soon, we got together. She passed away July 28, 1992.

I met DW at a charity dinner in December 1993. We had friends in common but never knew each other. My friends, who's daughter is our goddaughter had invited me to this dinner. The friends in common put on shows and dinners where you would pay $20 or $30 for a ticket. The actual cost per person would be 5 or 6 dollars and the rest goes to local charities, such as the Food Pantry, Bryan's House, etc. Anyway, I had to pick up my friend's wife. He was working a little late and would drive directly to the restaraunt. The funny thing is, I was telling his wife, on the way over, that I was finally ready to be with women again in more than just a casual friendly manner. My first wife's ghost had finally gone on to her next step and it was time for me to go on to mine. So, at the restaraunt, future DW and I are stealing glances at each other. She was dressed in a burgundy skirt and jacket and looked simply elegant. That was the word that came to my mind. "Some enchanted evening, you may find a stranger. And when you find a stranger across a crowded room ..." Me, I was nothing to look at. Long hair, reaching past my shoulders, army fatigue jacket, jeans, I looked like that last person you'd care to meet. So, one of our mutual friends drags her out her chair by the wrist and brings her over to say hello to me. I didn't even have a chance to stand up, so she didn't know how tall I was (6' 6"). She, as it turns out, is 5' 5 1/2". Later, my friend's wifea asked me if I met anyone I liked. I said yes. I wouldn't mind seeing Brenda again. So, eventually, my number was given to her and at first, I only had her work phone number. She's had previous issues with men and some personal security concerns. But I was the exception. As luck would have it, the long-haired biker type was her type. And all of her old biker friends were electricians, too. Go figure.
 
 Our friends swear up and down they had nothing to do with this and did not hatch a machiavellian plot and we tell them "baloney" to their loving, dear faces. We got married April 29, 2000 in a renaissance wedding at Scarborough Faire in Waxahachie, Tx.