How did you meet your signifigant other?

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HOW I MET MISS PAM

It was August 8th, 1971. My best friend and I were out for a day run on the scooters (He had the Honda 750 and I was on my Kawasaki 500) We pulled into a choke-and-puke on I-45, out by the Goodyear blimp hangar. It's long gone now but the name of it was the Hungry Hobo. I was still smarting, socially, from the business of getting divorced, an experience he'd been through several months earlier. He had a girlfriend but I was still in a kind of shock and hadn't got my social mojo working again as yet.

He called his girlfriend on the phone and found out that she was over at her girlfriends house (Pam's). In his efforts to get me back into my social groove he asked me if I'd like to meet a new girl. I puckered immediately but I knew it would be a good idea so I agreed.

I asked him all sorts of questions about her and he was really vague when I asked him how OLD she was. He said she was about Sharon's age (His girlfriend). I asked him how old Sharon was and he cut his eyes away and mumbled something about how she was ABOUT 20. Well, fine then. Lets go. I was 27 at the time and thought 20 might be a little young for me but what the heck, I wasn't going to marry the girl. It was just a blind date. Yeah right!

So we pulled up in front of Pam's house and I find that she is still living with her parents. Bummer. Definitely not cool.

We went inside and after all the introductions were made my friend suggested we go for a ride on the scoots. Pam's dad said okay but be back by dark. WHAT? Oh never mind lets just ride.

We took off North on I-45 and rode to Huntsville State Park. We rode around there for a while and then headed on back to Pam's house. On the way back we ran into some really hard rain. I'm talkin' about a trash mover and a frog strangler. No gloves or face shield and the rain was stinging badly every place it was hitting bare skin. We pulled up under an over pass (the 830 bridge over I-45) to wait it out and flagged down a nice old couple in a Caddy and asked them to call Pams folks when they reached their destination to let them know we would be late and why. The rain eventually let up and we made it shortly after dark. Needless to say her dad was very happy with me for being so safety conscious and for being thoughtful enough to flag those nice folks down and have them call and tell what was going on.

So Pam and I began to date. We got alonng extremely well and soon we were approaching the serious stages. One night out on a date she was complaining about having to go home by midnight. I (still thinking she was ABOUT 20) suggested she get her own place. Even though she was just out of highschool she had already landed a job as a data processor with Traveler's Ins. Co. So she did have a certain degree of independence, or so I thought. I told her that by the time I was her age I'd seen nearly half of the free world. TIme to cut those strings and get on with it.

That's when she dropped the bomb. "Well, I just graduated from high school and my dad might....."

"Hold on a minute there!" I said. "You just did WHAT? What year did you graduate"?

"Oh, just THIS year".

"How old are you"?

"I'll be 18 in October." She was beaming with pride. I was deciding whether or not to jump out of the car and run for the hills. Remember now. I'm 27 at that point.

So we rocked along like that till the Christmas Holidays. BTW I might also mention that my friend and his girlfriend knew that she wouldn't go out with me if she knew my true age just as certainly as they knew I wouldn't date her if I knew she was only 17 so they told me she was 20. So they told her I was 23. At this point we were still unaware of the conspiracy in all it's complexities.

I was invited to go up to the family place with them, in Mena, Arkansas for the holidays. I had already given Pam her engagement ring and the family had accepted me with open arms. But the whole truth had still not come out yet. I knew her true age but she still thought I was 23 and I had no idea that she had been deceived too. I took care of all that about 25 miles south of Texarkana on US-59.

I don't remember the conversation but I happened to blurt out that I was 27 years old. Pam and I were riding in the back seat and her mother turned and shot me a look that told me I was dead meat. That hurt because her mother was an absolute angel. It always makes me uncomfortable when an angel is mad at me.

Her dad didn't look back at me but his head did a little shivver and he got a death grip on the steering wheel. I thought I was about to be put out on the highway for the return trip home and began wondering how long it would take me to walk all the way back to Houston.

In stereo her parents shouted at me..."You're WHAT"?!? "You said you were 23"!

After every one cooled down we talked it out and figured out just what had happened. Her folks were still not happy with their sweet little innocent daughter being engaged to a "worldly" man, 10 years her senior and her fresh as a spring rain. Add to that the fact that I came to the party with a little baggage. Namely an ex wife and a 4 year old daughter which I had full custody of and was raising on my own.

But as time passed they got over it and after the wedding things got smoothed out and they accepted our marriage.

That was on August 8th of 1971. We were married on August 4th of 1972. Now let me try, although I'm bound to fail, to explain why it turned out to be the best move I ever made.

By the time we learned the truth about everyone's age we were already serious and engaged to be married. We talked it out and could think of no reason not to go on with our plans.

Pam was little more than a girl when we met but I'm here to tell you that she has blossumed into the best woman I've ever known. Her love for me is the unselfish kind. The kind where she knows what I need and gives it freely, willingly and enthusiastically. We share every thing. We have complete trust in all things with no reservations.

We TALK to each other. That was a mistake I made in my first marriage. We NEVER talked to each other. I was determined NOT to repeat that in this one.

We agree on most things in life and the areas where we disagree we respect each others feelings and opinions and let it go at that.

I'm thinking back now over all those years and I am just simply amazed. We have been together for 49 years and yet it seems, in many ways, like the twinkling of an eye, one beat of the tiny heart of a small bird. All those years...gone. It seems impossible.

But we know that we have found or life-mates in each other and the richness and completeness of our love is the kind that takes all those years to grow. Our lives have been blessed. I guess we have had our share of ups and downs. Life doesn't discriminate when it comes to passing out bad luck and hard times but each little bad patch has only served to bind us closer together and strengthen our love.

JackandPam. That is just one thing. Apart we are only half of that, individually.

I don't care what else comes my way in this life as long as I have her strength to lean on. Her gentle hand to assure me when I'm low. The sweetness of her kiss. Her loving smile to wake up with each morning. The sparkel in her pretty blue eyes. And the knowledge that it is forever.

I am looking forward to many, many more years of being with her but I'll tell you the truth. If I drop dead this moment, I can go to my grave satisfied that I had a good life. Too late to die young and I've had the best woman I could have ever found.
 
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That’s very nice, Jack. You are, indeed, blessed.

And about talking to each other, one of the things I advise young people about to marry is to be honest, frank, with one another about things that bother them. Otherwise, sooner or later, they’ll blow up. So while patience is a virtue, holding it all in is not.

I’m very happily married, second time around, too!

(Oh. Yeah, how’d we meet: In a bar. Lust at first sight! Thirty-nine years ago.)
 
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Arranged marriage

In '82 I was back in Cincy after a long road trip and dad said to come to the F.O.E. picnic at Lower Millcrest Park to meet my future bride. ??? Interest piqued.
It seems that mom and dad were close friends with Ruthie's mom and dad. She being 7 years younger I had never met her.

My folks were both smitten by her. Dad said: "I can't marry her but you can...trust me...show up".

I did. I was thunderstruck. For the first time I was tongue tied. At that moment she owned me. I wooed her with all the woo that I knew how to woo with.

We married 4 months later. She made climbing on a tour bus more and more difficult.

I had hit the love lottery.
 
We met in 3rd grade. She was that cute little girl that moved into our neighborhood a few blocks away.

In 4th grade, I knew she was the one after a neighborhood square dance party. My mother and I drove her home, and I told my mom I'd marry her some day. Here we were in 4th grade.

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We started to date in our senior year of high school. Here she is sitting on the back bumper of my '50 Chevy - right after we went to a drag race event.

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Four years later she asked me to marry her. Here is the result.

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After 50 years of marriage, four children and five grandkids, we celebrated our anniversary in Hawaii.

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It's been a good run. 59 years of marriage this August.

John
 
I had a friend, he took this drop dead gorgeous girl to our prom. She treated him like dog poop! Then a few weeks later he wants me to meet her sister, NO THANKS!

She and her sister and a gaggle of their friends come to a Bible study. There she was; tall, great looking and nothing like her sister! So she went off to college and would make Bible study every few months. In the summer of 76 I ask what she had been up to. She had been a counselor at a Camp Fire Girls' camp. I said tell me about it, I said how about a movie and pizza on Friday night? That first date was August 22, 1976, we were married on May 13, 1978 and she still makes me catch my breath sometimes!

ETA: Since I see we are putting a list of proofs, we have 4 kids and 8 grandkids so far, ages 4 months to 13.5 years! Thanksgivings are getting pretty huge, last year was an off year and there were 27 people in our condo!

Ivan
 
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The story of my significant other(s) would make Peyton Place read like Sunday School lesson. My last, and the love of my life, we met when I was tending bar part-time at a local dive bar in the mid 60's. He wanted to write a check and told me to make it out and then told me to sign it! He said any signature the bank couldn't read they took out of his account, this was back in the days of counter checks. We were off and on drinking buddies when he was around. During this time he was an outlaw biker and drove truck for an east coast Mafia controlled company(Frigid Express, NJ)
The in the mid 70's we lived together in Mpls for 2 years, went our separate ways again. Got back together in 1989, we were both ready to settle down with each other. Finally!!

Not even going to try and integrate the combined between us of,
5 marriages, 4 other long term relationships and 6 kids.
Its too complicated.
 
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1987.... Stopped by the ER @ one of the Hospitals to do a check-by and get a cup of Coffee...Director of ER says to me “ Mike, there’s a new Nurse You gotta meet” I replied “ How many kids does She have?” He says none...I than ask “ Is She Single?” He said Yes so I said OK and He takes me into a Room and introduces me, there’s still a Male Patient being treated....

She came out of the Room and we agreed to meet for Coffee. At the time, Being a P.O, a Homeowner, and a Single Parent with Custody of the Kids, I was cautious of anybody new... But hey, a tall, long legged Blonde....

I asked her if She liked Boats, She said She did ,so I offered to take her out in the Boat. Most all the Females wanted to go out to Dinner and Drinks and Party....That’s NOT me....I had a CC 17 ‘ Aquasport that I had just done extensive work on and it was my Pride and Joy..

I pick her up @ her Parents and we drive to the Dock....She says “Can I help with anything?” I said “ Sure , You can back the Truck down the Ramp”.

I exited the Truck, a 72 F100 with a Fred Jones re-built 390 I had put in, and I remove the Transom Strap and Winch hook and wave her back, holding the Bow line...She starts going faster and faster, I’m saying “ Slow, slow..”..She slams the Brakes and the Boat goes flying off the trailer with the Transom partially submerged and me holding the Bow line. Did I mention that I really, really liked my Boat? ...She sunk my Boat....

She puts in in Park and gets out saying “ I’m sorry, I’m used to Power brakes.. What can I do to help?” My Truck had regular Brakes.

I pulled out the winch cable, ( electric) and got it back up on the Trailer....Pulled it Clear of the Ramp ,so others could use it, and pulled the plug and drained the water out....pulled the Cover off the Motor,and dried it out. Put it all back together and told her SHE could hold the Bow line and launched and took her for a ride.....

Fast forward ........Married 32 years Today..... Oldest 48, ( from “practice marriage” ) has been with Big G since 2005, GS15.... Prior, He had 8 years on a medium size Dept. and was a Firearms Instructor At the regional Academy.......Youngest , 26, just graduated Med School last month and starts Surgical Residency 6-15.....

I’ve been Blessed....Very Blessed to have found Someone Who has Stood by me thru everything, including all those years on the Street....And has been a Great Wife and Mom and my Best Friend.
 
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Tracy (The Shop Wench) and I met at the 2006 Bianchi Cup National Championship in Columbia, MO. Her gun broke during the match and she was directed to me to fix it. I fixed it and she was able to finish the match. We didn't see each other again until the 2007 Bianchi Cup. We went to see a movie and pretty much stayed together ever since.

I like to brag on her, as she has 4 college degrees - BA in Psycology, BA in French, BA and MA in Mechanical Engineering. She helps me in my business of making prototypes of new inventions. She does the paperwork and admin. duties, helps on quoting jobs, makes the CAD models and engineering drawings and sometimes helps run the CNC mills making parts. She came up with the Shop Wench name.

I have been shooting matches since 1979. She has been shooting matches since 2005. In 2012 we went to the World Bianchi Cup match in Germany. They gave medals similar to Olympic medals. Tracy won one of her events and got a gold medal, I won 3 and placed 2nd for 3 gold and a silver, and won my class for another gold. I was shooting a custom 686 revolver that I built especially for Bianchi matches, still using it. The match lasted for a week. We had a lot of good food, good friends, good memories. Most of the Germans speak pretty good English.

Since we were already in Europe, we stayed another week, rented a car and drove around France. Tracy could talk to everyone, I had no idea what they were saying. Still had a great time there, too.

It's been a pretty good ride so far. Looking forward to the future.
 
A senior in H.S. I was slated to do the Jitterbug dance for a class project. This really cute little gal with the best legs I had ever seen took pity on my lurching attempts and coached enough style into my moves to at least fake the dance, although I got pretty good at the lifting, swinging and tossing with this dynamite and willing partner.
We went our separate ways until I spotted her about a year later working in a boutique at the local mall. I quickly asked her out and took her on the first date to a showing of Animal House. The rest is history.
We just celebrated our 36th wedding anniversary on 02 June.
 
New Years Eve party, 1964, in Cleveland, at a friend's house, mostly with people there I didn't know. I started drinking early and was pretty well lit up most of the evening, and was schmoozing with lots of girls. Next day I found a note in my pocket with a name and phone number on it, but I had no idea who it was. Several days later I called the number. She didn't know who I was any more than I knew who she was, but we talked awhile and the following weekend we got together, sort of a blind date. Turned out it was one of her friends, not her, who gave me the note with her name and number. It took some time, but we finally got married in the Summer of 1966, still are.
 
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Was set up on a date with a girl named Rachel by a buddy and his wife. Over the course of getting to know eachother the topic of kids came up. Rachel wanted kids, I didnt. We were both respectful and realized this wasnt gonna work. We parted ways, no harm done. A week later Rachel called me and said she has a friend named Amy who is perfect for me, doesnt want kids, fun loving, pretty, etc.

Amy and I have been together ever since. Shes the love of my life. Kinda cool that a failed date led to a dream come true
 
I met my wife on a blind date, set up by my former college roommate and his then-girlfriend (future ex-wife). We went motorcycle riding. Dated for six months and then she told me that her ex-boyfriend from California had come back into her life and said he'd made a mistake, begged her to marry him, etc. She said she felt like she had to give it a shot, so she was moving to California to marry him. Not much you can say to that, so I didn't. Three years later she's back in town, her marriage didn't work out, I'm still single, we started dating again. We married in fall 1988. Still together.
 
I partied a lot with a guy I worked with and his wife. Sometime at their place and sometimes at mine. We both worked second shift.

He went to first shift, and one day she showed up at my place alone. When I got to work I told him about it and he said it's cool. She started coming over all the time then. This was the days of weed, coke, and quaaludes. It was less than a week before we hooked up.

Went on for a while, and I was at their place one night and a little bit after getting there a gorgeous girl walked out of the bathroom. She was 5'2" weighed about 100 pounds with long blond hair, blue eyes, and wearing a short teal dress.

I asked his wife who that was, she said my younger sister. Asked her to hook me up and she did.

We were married in less than 6 months, and were together for around 29 years till she got hooked on pain pills and lost her mind.
 
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