I'm new, so perhaps I've overlooked something, but I didn't see a thread like this one yet, so... For those of you who are married, engaged, in long-term relationships, or... hell, even if you've been with him/her for a week and you just have that feeling... How did you meet your partner? I've noticed that, usually, with couples that end up staying together for a long time, or forever, there's usually some really interesting, sweet, maybe slightly odd/weird meeting story between them. Either way, they always make me all warm and tingly inside. So, time to share the stories of how we met our significant others. Pictures of couples are always great too, of course!
So, I suppose I'll be the first to reply to my own post, haha. Adam and I met in May last year. I knew one of his really close friends, Jason (AKA Biggie). He's almost 10 years older than me, and we met through other mutual friends... we used to basically just hang out and smoke pot together all the time. Adam moved back to Creston from Calgary a couple months earlier, and he was Biggie's roommate. I didn't even know that Biggie was still around town, until he stopped me on the street one night while I was out and about, walking the dog. I almost completely forgot who he was, I hadn't seen him in almost a year, and he just randomly stopped and went "Got a match?" holding out a joint. (isn't this romantic? haha). Anyway, Adam was with him, and he was really quiet at first. Biggie reminded me who he was (like I said, I hadn't seen him in nearly a year and I know a lot of big bald guys that aren't really close friends, haha) and we smoked, oh, probably about 10 joints within about 3 hours, and that was it. Adam hardly even talked to me, he was so shy. Turns out later, that's because he was busy staring and listening to what Biggie and I were talking about. I almost completely forgot about even running into them, until another friend dragged me down to the house that they were renting. I went with her, and I was asking about them (she called Biggie by his name, Jason, and I still didn't know Adam's name by then) and then I realized - hey, I know those jackasses! So, we wandered on down to their place, sat around, smoked a whole lot of weed and listened to music. After I knew where they lived, I went down to visit them more frequently, and we started hanging out a lot more. Adam was always shy around me, so we didn't really get to know each-other all that great, but it was still fun hanging out with them. He used to pick on me, calling me a "stupid hippie" and such, but that was about the extent of it. Then, out of nowhere one day, I was chillin in the garden with my dog, and the phone rang - it was Adam. He actually called me. Asked if I wanted to come down and hang out for a while, which, I actually responded with "Umm... well, I'm doing yardwork and shit right now, but I should take the dog for a walk later, so maybe if I don't have anything else to to, I'll stop by or something" Finished yardwork and everything, took the dog for a walk, didn't run into anyone else that I would've hung out with. I was thinking about just going down to the river or something, because I didn't know if Adam ACTUALLY wanted to hang out with me, or if he was just being nice because he felt bad about calling me a dirty hippie all the time (haha, yes, he was THAT mean about it). Something changed my mind, I still can't figure out why, but I decided I'd just go see what they were up to, and if it was too boring/lame, I'd just tell them I was planning on going to the river, and make my escape. Showed up at their house, sat around for a bit, smoked more weed (we smoke a lot), had a few beers... nothing huge. We mostly just sat around, smoked pot, listened to music, and Adam and Biggie harrassed my dog because she was a silly little puppy. Biggie left for a while, and I figured that would be when I left, too, because I didn't know Adam well enough to just hang out with him, at his (and Biggie's) house, and actually be very thrilled about it. But as soon as Biggie left, Adam actually started talking to me - looking back, I guess that was basically the first time we were alone, so he couldn't be TOO shy around me. We talked about a lot of random crap, and then wandered off to the park for a while, went for an even longer walk, and then went back to his place. Biggie was asleep by that time (it was pretty late) and we sat on the couch and talked some more. He kept moving closer, tiny bits at a time, until he was sitting right beside me. I don't even remember what we were talking about, but he started playing with my hand a bit, just slightly brushing his fingers against mine, until (I guess) he finally got brave enough to just put his hand in mine and, I suppose, hope it would be a welcomed gesture. I sort of ignored it, and we kept talking, until eventually, we just leaned in at the same time, and kissed. I didn't really know what to think of it, at first. Obviously, he and Biggie already had my phone number, so I figured I'd just wait. But honestly, I don't usually go for guys AT ALL (the rare exception, but 99% of the time, I don't even think of guys "like that") and I had sworn off dating for at least two years, I told myself. But I also figured, if I don't normally even go for guys in "that way" and this one had somehow managed to even slightly get through to me, what did I have to lose, anyway? I left around 3AM and came home, and he didn't say much when I left, so I figured I'd just wait and see. He had to work the next day, and he called me RIGHT when he got off work, to see if I would come over. That was unexpected - do guys EVER normally call when they say they will? (he didn't even say he would) haha. So, I said I'd come over, and he was kind of awkward at first... I KNEW Biggie had already heard the entire story, but he didn't know that I knew. So, I just plopped down between them on the couch, and right away, my hand was in his (he made that move - not me). Two week later, we were just hanging out together, alone, and he told me that he loved me. I couldn't say anything, other than saying it back. Almost two months later, he was asking me to marry him. In the end, we both figure the one big thing that probably made the entire relationship was a weekend that he spent at my house. He had the weekend off work, so I invited him to stay with me. It was, I dunno, maybe 3-4 weeks after we first got together. We already knew that we certainly liked each-other an awful lot, and I guess we got an idea of what it would be like to live together - he had free roam of my house, nothing was super-secretive or off-limits, I cooked meals, we had NO company all weekend, and most of all, we opened up to each-other a lot more. He had mentioned before that he was open to anything, but was looking for something more long-term, and when he asked me to marry him, he said that the weekend he spent at my house kinda gave it all away, he knew he could live like that forever. After he said that, I told him that I felt the same, that after that weekend, I just had "that feeling" that this was where we'd end up. And we've never regretted anything. Now, one of our best friends is dating a girl... he says his brother thinks it's really weird, because he's the more "preppy" type (like Adam) and I guess most people would consider her a "hippie"... of course, now, Adam's just going "Go for it, man, go for it!!" haha, because that's exactly what everybody says about us - "You guys sure are a weird couple."
Daniel and I first met when I was in 7th grade and he was a junior in high school (11th grade). The junior high choir and high school band both went to contests the same day and afterwards, we went to the local amusement park. All my friends wanted to ride the ferris wheel, but I've always been terrified of them, so one of the girls asked Daniel if he'd ride it with me so I'd go with them. He did and I remember thinking he was the sweetest person alive for that. We didn't really see each other again after that night until I was a senior in high school and went over to the house he shared with some friends of my friends. We visited over there a few times, he was kinda quiet around me, so I didn't really think much about him, not to mention, I was dating one of his best friends at the time. One week before graduation, one of my friends had a little end of year party at his house (just 4 or 5 people, not much of a party, lol) and they called him to pick up some alcohol. He showed up and for some weird reason, we just hit it off. It was the first time I'd ever been drunk, I kept freaking out because there was this little rabbit statue sitting next to me that I thought was evil, and he kept laughing and telling me not to feel bad cuz it scared him, too. The next week, at graduation, one of our friends gave me a card that had rabbits on it, and I had to show it to everyone who had been at the party. Daniel was there because his sister was graduating, too, and when I showed him the card, he asked me for my number. He called me a few weeks later to see if I wanted to hang out on his days off. On the first day, we were supposed to go to the carnival with his friend Sean, but Sean is epileptic and had been feeling funny since his night at the carnival the night before, so we just went and sat at his house. The next day we went to an Italian restaurant in Amarillo that I love and then walked around the mall for awhile. When we came back to town, we went out to the lake, and a sheriff's deputy on duty came down there, ran his license, and due to a mistake in county bookkeeping, he had a warrant out...so Daniel got arrested on our first date! I was so sad...and that was when I realized how much I really did care about him. We made it official two days later and have been together exactly one year today.
This isn't me, it is how I hear my grandparents met. My Baba was teaching at her school and my gido's younger brother was one of her students. Anywho, one day he was in trouble after school so he had to go help him out. I don't know if it is true or not, but it is cute
Whell, i signed up for some youth parlament and he was my teacher So we met on a concert after clases, we were bouth wery drunk, so it happened...
I dont think it matters, I think the romance in the relationship (especially at the beggining) is the most important thing... You can soo much better sex when everything else is great... I met my fiancee' through yahoo dating... BEFORE they went to letting someone else do it.. We dated for sometime, and when the hurricanes came through in 2004 I was without power for almost 2 weeks, even though we had just started dating, she let me stay there with her... on the couch to my dismay... However, little did I know that it was a HUGE turn-on for her that I made no sexual advances on her even though she said she could tell I was clearly interested... We kissed alot, cuddled on the couch, watched TV, and then I would wake her up and help her get in bed, I even got to see a glimpse of her body when she was so tired one night she just took her clothes off in front of me, I got to see her in only her panties... The next day she cooked me dinner, and we had some wine, and kissed some more, and had dessert (a real dessert) and then kissed some more. I got so hot, I told her I had to leave or we had to finish, and that I didnt care... I went to leave, and she locked me in her apartment... The next thing I know we are both naked, I am kissing, licking and nibbling on her entire body until I reach her love button and make her shudder... It was SOO frigin hot, it was a good thing too, because I couldnt even enter her... She still helped please me with a HJ/BJ combo... She was so exhausted that 5 minutes later she was snoring and I was chuckling at her, but she felt so natural in my arms... now we get married in September
I think hearing "meeting" stories is great because, usually, it happens in some of the weirdest ways, but totally usually has something to do with peoples' normal, every-day lifestyles (ex. - I met Adam because we both smoked a lot of pot, did a lot of swimming in the river, etc.) but still seems like something totally out of the blue, something you'd never expect... and I guess that's the best way for things like that to happen. Never when you're looking for it, but almost always when you need it most.
The first of my two great meeting stories: I met "Tree" (my nickname for him because he is six-four) when I was a senior in high school and we were both waiting tables at a local restaurant. He was a preppier type, three years older than me, the kind of guy who (unbeknownst to me) smoked hella pot and used life as his trampoline. I was a somewhat shy, straightforward girl with a lot of "hip" ideas but no plans of converting my life plans (which included working as a psychologist - !). One day my mother came in and sat in my section; Tree and I were clearing tables a row apart, and my mother commented that he kept looking at me. I replied matter-of-factly that anyone that attractive would never ever be attracted to me. Of course, later that night after my shift, he had waited for me in the parking lot. We talked on the hood of my car for several hours, and before long we were making excuses to talk every day; although all the prettier girls always poured themselves all over him, he saved his best smiles for me, and of course I felt rather special. After a few months, he quit the restaurant job, and I assumed we had talked the last to each other. Then, on the day of my high-school graduation, I was standing on a street corner after rehearsal when, completely out of the blue, I looked up and saw Tree pointing and waving madly from the window of his friend's truck! I waved back, the light turned, and they drove away, but the next day as I was leaving the restaurant he met me coming in, saying he had been looking for me everywhere! So in a sense, this was two meetings in one ... both equally improbable. They led to a very colorful -- albeit very short-lived -- adventure of a quasi-romance that I still smile about a year later.
Second great meeting story: I met my poet in February, the day before my birthday. I had just been in a self-imposed exile from humanity, thanks to several extreme traumas in my life, and my social life consisted of the Internet and the creepy guy who had been stalking me since before Christmas holiday. However, I had seen the poet's Facebook page (yeah, honestly), and followed a link to his poetry page (now obsolete). The work I found there was so stunning that I looked up his AIM screen name and complimented him. We started talking, for hours on end, and slowly began to realize that we were far too similar to let it go. He invited me to his place for a 4:20 am bowl-a-thon ... and I trusted him enough to go, which was completely unlike me. So we smoked and talked until seven am, whereupon he fell asleep and I left. I never expected to talk to him again, but we struck up quite a dandy platonic friendship. Once more, I did not even conceive of the fact that he might possibly find me attractive -- he was pretty and had plenty of pretty girls surrounding him all the time, why would he choose me? But we went to Niagara Falls for spring holiday, and I helped him smuggle back an EXTREME glass sherlock (longer than his thigh and designed specifically to hold a full eighth) to the States. He slept curled around me in my bed in the attic, but never once made the moves on me -- which broke down my defenses immediately. Back in Pittsburgh, I decided it was over -- until I went over to visit him and his friends that night. The others were very very drunk and obnoxious, so I ducked around a wall to hide. He found me and almost asked what was wrong, until I held a finger to my lips and whispered that I was invisible. I had never seen a man's face go soft like that. He put my face in my hands, whispered back that he could see me, and leaned me against the wall with his face in my hair. We went inside after everyone else had left, and curled up in his bed. Originally we were going to sleep but ... I don't think we did. You know, it's odd -- even after something terrible happens, sweet stories like this tend to make it a little bit more okay?
The most recent time I fell in love, it was on here. We're no longer together and may never be again, but I still love her and probably always will.
I don't really have any special meeting stories, but my parents' story is kinda sweet. Apparently they lived in the same Boston suburb in the 70s, and waited at the same bus stop on their way to work every morning. My dad claims he knew from first sight that she was the one he was going to marry, and says he stepped up his efforts to learn English because he wanted to talk to her. Well, apparently they went a long time without ever really speaking, but tended to see each other around. My mom went to the laundromat one day and then decided to treat herself to a beer in the bar next door while the cycle was running. My dad happened to walk by the street and they glimpsed each other through the window, and my mom was mortified to be seen by him wearing her "laundry day" clothes, face red from alcohol (she's pretty sensitive to the stuff lol). Another time she says he showed up at the bus stop with a bunch of cuts and scrapes on his face. He and a buddy had been messing around with his buddy's new dirtbike, and he'd fallen off it and onto some gravel. But instead of responding, he just winked. I think not too long after that, they were standing at the bus stop in the rain, and my dad didn't have an umbrella. My mom offered to share hers (just like that Hollies song) and I suppose you might say the rest is history...they got engaged 6 months later, got married about a year later, and have happily blazed and raised together since.
I started working at my current job just as my relationship with my ex was coming to an end. I wasn't really looking for anything at that moment, but I did notice that there was a GORGEOUS guy working with me. Too gorgeous. He was cool, confident, a couple years older than myself, and WAY out of my league. So, I didn't really pay any attention to him, other than as eye candy at first. A month or so into the job I dated someone else who worked there, on the rebound from my recent break up. As I dated that guy, I noticed that the hottie I didn't even dare flirt was starting to pay me some attention. I really thought he was just being friendly, however, until we started talking through myspace, and he began flirting. He even had a girl at work do some investigating to see how my current relationship was going, and if I had plans for Valentine's Day. Well, I did, but a week or so later, my rebound relationship came to a halt. Through all of this, I still didn't truly believe he was flirting with me, and even though I feel like I can usually tell when someone is interested, I simply had NO idea that he was into me. I felt like he was just way too far out of my league. Then one night we were exchanging myspace emails and he asked me if I'd like to have dinner sometime. I was STUNNED. Before we even had a chance to go out, we both ended up being at the same party a co-worker was throwing. He asked to 'borrow' my phone, and when he gave it back to me, he had typed a text message with his phone number, asking me to call him after the party, and if he could see me before I went home. Well, needless to say, I called him, and we hung out for a bit. We hung out a few more times over at his house, just watching tv, laughing and talking, slowly progressed into cuddling, and finally kissed. A few days into this, I died my hair, and I was afraid of what he would think. I came into work, and a few hours into my shift I found a note on my timecard, and it was from a 'secret admirer'. Totally sweet, saying that he couldn't concentrate on his work with my new hair color. He also left a carnation on my car, that I found upon leaving work that night. That night we text messaged back and forth, and I asked him, "was it you that left the flower?" He said, "Yes, what do you think?" I said, "It was so sweet, it made my day." He said, "Now you see how it feels for me to see you." We've been dating ever since, and this is the happiest I've ever been in a relationship.
My band needed a singer and I was in charge of finding one and she popped up. Didn't work out for the band but we became great friends and started going out like a year later. Getting married in about a year.
ahh these stories are so cute i wish i had one to tell i kinda do but its just not the right time yet
