How did you meet..

Met two of my most intense romances at the library.

Others either in college or where she or I worked. One was a department store clerk who I saw and hit on. First date was a new James Bond movie. Diane was my height, quite tall for a woman. Taller in heels, but we managed not to let that be an issue, although we joked about it some. One of my quips about it may be too risque for this board. She was the only girl that tall I ever dated. Generally prefer girls from 5'7"-5'8". Shortest was 5'2"; runner-up was an inch taller.

Met my wife when I got a loan. My GI Education Bill check was late and I needed money to tide me over. Pat worked in a small signature loan agency. I think I was a cut above the average customer she saw and I asked her out as soon as I was financially able. There was both a physical and an intellectual attraction. Girls who are all looks just never appealed to me for long.

I'm reminded of a spokesmodel for the South African Consulate, which had a booth at the State Fair. Sidney was American and knew nothing about that country. Her usual place was showing off new cars or promoting brands in liquor stores, etc. The two guys from the Consulate went to lunch, leaving her alone.

All she could do was to hand out literature & sort of explain displays. I liked what I saw, struck up a conversation, realized her problem, and stood with her answering questions and giving mini history lessons, until the Afrikaner guys got back.

They were so astonished by what I knew of their land, far more than the liberal press reported, that they gave me a case of Castle lager and a subscription to, SA Panorama, a wonderful magazine covering many aspects of life there.

I dated Sid for about three-four months, and she was a good fit in my arms. Well, she was a trim college girl (SMU) working as a model...But her conversation was largely limited to her sorority & campus issues, and football. I have no interest in spectator sports beyond cheerleaders and the sorority social life and girl-to-girl rivalries bored me, so we eventually broke up. And she smoked a little grass, which wasn't something with which I was at ease. Some other drugs were used in her dorm, too, and that was really just not okay!

I had many good photos of her and other flames, but after we married, Pat found them and threw them out while I was at work. BUT: she kept pictures of a couple of guys she'd dated!

Pat had more of a quick temper than I knew until after marriage, was insecure and jealous, and my mother didn't help our relationship. She was a Cancer, typically secretive and sensitive. If she'd opened up more, I think we could have talked issues out better. If there's anything to astrology,
Gemini (me) and Cancer are not the best match.

We divorced after nine years and two kids. She died last November, apparently due to a blood clot. My kids told me. In all, she was married three times. I do pray for her soul.

I've dated, but never remarried.
 
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These are all wonderful stories. I'm an old bachelor, so I can't contribute any similar story. However, I have a story I'd like to share.

This involves the parents of my "honorary" nephew, who I talked about in a post in the "Upgrading to Endowment" thread. His dad and I were in school together back in 1974, and we ended up at a party where there were a number of ladies from a business school on what is called the "West Shore" (the area across the river from Harrisburg, PA). As I was milling around, I met a little blonde haired lady and started talking with her. A little later my buddy came around and the lady I was talking to and my buddy ended up taken with each other. One thing led to another and eventually they got married, and we've all been hanging around together for 45 years. The day they knew he was coming, my friends named me as "Uncle" to their son. My honorary nephew is now 38, and our running gag is that I met his mother 15 minutes before his dad did. I am so blessed to have been "adopted" by this family.
 
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We were attending the same church and met at a single's Bible study she and her two roommates were hosting. I noticed her right away - leggy blue-eyed blonde with a Princes Di haircut and a beautiful smile. I was a bit hesitant to approach her 'cause I felt like she was WAY out of my league.

About the third time I attended the Bible study the opening "ice breaker" was to find someone you'd like to get to know better - and tell them so. I made a beeline for her and told her I'd REALLY like to get to know her better. Surprisingly, she seemed open to the idea.

At the end of the night we would "draw" a name for a prayer partner for the week. The way it worked was you put your name and phone number on a slip of paper and put it in the hat. Then when everyone who wanted to participate had their name in the hat, everyone drew a slip of paper and would pray for that person during the upcoming week.

That night I was praying furiously "Lord, please O PLEASE let me draw her name!"
...and lo and behold, He answered, and I pulled her name & number out of the hat. We started meeting each other and sitting together for Sunday morning services, and went on a couple of "group dates" with a bunch of people from that same Bible study, but then after about a month we started dating in earnest. A year later we got engaged, and 5 months after that we got married.

Next month it will be 35 years ago that we first met, and we've been happily married for nearly 33 years.
 
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1981. I was sitting on a bar stool, drinking beer at a place I used to frequent, talking to the bartender when, at a lull in conversation I looked to my left and there she was. Sitting right next to me.

And one thing led to another, as they say...

Best thing that ever happened to me, by far.
 
I have a very colorful & wild past so this will be the very short version.
Married & divorced 3 times. 4th time was the love of my life.
We had basically known each other most of our lives but first attraction to each other was in the late 60's. I tended bar part-time at a local watering hole that was his main hangout. At that time he owned a small trucking company and his drivers would find him there to get paid. He'd hand me his checkbook to make out the checks and told me to sign his name with the comment "make it messy, if the bank can't read it they know it's mine" Little did either of us realize that 30 years later I would be properly signing checks on a joint account with him.

Alcohol fueled the attraction and passion off and on over the years. We lived together for a couple of years in the mid 70's. When we split up the comment he made was "someday we'll be in our rocking chairs together"

Between marriages & divorces we saw each other and the flame still burned between us.

1990 found us together again. I guess we were both ready settle down and make it work. We started the pawn shop which I still operate. We had 23 great years together before losing him to multiple health issues.

I was the wild child to his bad boy and we finally grew up.
(Besides being in the trucking business he was also an outlaw biker)
 
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...I was 20 and home on summer break from college...my Mom said company was coming to visit...in town from Nebraska...and she had two of her grandchildren with her...

...oh great...company with brats...I tried to stay in my room upstairs...but Mom insisted I come and meet everyone...

...came down stairs...and there she was...the granddaughter was sweet 16 and...WOW...

...needless to say I didn't go back upstairs...we made frequent eye contact and smiled at each other...

...a couple of days later we all went down to Larimer Square in Denver...she stood there looking even more WOW...I took her hand in mine and gave it a little squeeze...she smiled and squeezed back...

...and after 4 years of long distance romance...and almost 42 years of marriage...here we are...
 
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I was a Security Police shift commander on Andersen AFB, Guam. I responded to a call of an active duty guy chasing his ex-wife through base housing. I got his car stopped right in front of the house in which his ex-wife had taken shelter. I was always Officer Friendly but this guy was a cocky little **** so I had him standing at attention (I was a 1Lt, he was a SrA) while I lounged against the grill of my trusty Plymouth Fury. I finally stuffed him in the back and went up to the house and thought to myself - hell, no wonder he’s chasing her. We were married in 10 months and have managed to stay that way for 33 years.
 

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Was working second shift, and a co-workers would come over to my place to party after work, him and his wife would come over on week ends a lot.

He went to first shift, and his wife started coming over during the day when he was at work..this was the sex, drugs, and rockin roll years. We indulged in all.

Then she introduced me to her younger sister. We got married around 5 months later, and stayed together 28 years.

So I married the younger sister of a girl I was fooling around with.
 
A friend of mine was getting married in June of ‘79 and his girlfriend thought I’d make a good best man.Hit it off with the bride to be’s friend (couldn’t take my eyes off of her) and we moved in together a few weeks later.We married in December and it lasted 28 years,most of which were good.We have a 35 yr old son and a 28 yr old daughter.
 
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I had a nerdy High School friend that was very strange about girls. He had a drop dead gorgeous date to the prom (she treated him like crrap!) So he tells me this girl he goes to church with is just my type, AND she is the older sister of his prom date. I was thinking, "Ain't No Way!" One Friday night we stop in a soda shop she is waiting table at, She is a tall thin looker, but I remember he sister, Thanks, but no thank!

About 6 months later she and her best friend come to a bible study at my best friend's house. After the study was over, my best friend and I, bee-lined it over to make sure the two new college girls felt welcome. A year or so later she's home on break, so I had been waiting for an opportunity, and jumped on the chance and asked her out.

Our first date was August 22, 1976. Wee went out 3 or 4 time before Fall Quarter started at Ohio State University (I will get penalized if I don't say "Thee"). She was starting her Junior year, I worked long days at the family business, and took occasional classes in the evenings at the local business college. She was in the strangest sorority I've ever seen! Most of the girls had big brains and plane looks! The girls were all from successful but hard working families, and strangely were attracted to my Pick-up! (they knew real working men make real money! not floor flushers with hot cars and no job!)

So we dated through the rest of her college and she graduated at the end of Spring Quarter 1978, and we married in May 1978, now have 4 grown kids, and number 7 grandkid get here this September, and number 8 gets here around January 2020.

Whatever happened to the other characters? Her best friend married my best friend, for a little over 5 years, then she left him for a woman none of us knew about! He remarried and has a great wife (32 years) from farm country and they have 2 kids!

The Sister, she's on contestant number 3! She gets tired of them, then they cannot do anything right, and so she leaves them! She has been one of my greatest teachers! I have learned to follow my instincts! (Run! Run fast! & Run Far! Contestants #1 & #2 learned this from her, the hard way!)

My nerdy friend, that thought we would go good together? He married a nerdy gal 4 months before we did. They, like us, have 41 years of shared life and 2 kids together!

Ivan
 
I was a senior in HS, it was November of 1971. A couple of friends were dating, one from my HS, another from one just over the state line into Kansas. I lived in a very small town in Nebraska. Saw her picture and wanted to meet her. Had a Friday night when I wasn't playing FB and went to watch her cheerlead. She was not a typical cheerleader. I knew I wanted to ask her out, but getting the nerve was the problem for some reason.

I was a small bar in a Kansas town and finally got the nerve to call her up. She gave me directions to her farm which was WAY out in the sticks. I thought she was kidding me at first and really didn't want to see me. "you get on highway 36 and go west 8 miles and go one mile past the TV tower/station, turn south on the Rexford road, it is a gravel road but good, go 7 miles south, look for a mailbox with reflectors by it, slow down because you have to turn there. There is a wire gate across the pasture, open the gate drive in and shut the gate behind you, there are cattle in the pasture. Follow the road down the hill and around the field and you will see another gate, open and close it and you will see the house! It was a farm built just above the creek in 1919. She then showed me the back way over the diversion ditch but I would never have found it that night.

Well, that was November of 1971, I was a senior in a different school, she was a junior. 50 miles from my house to hers. I worked construction until she graduated in 73, we got married August 19, 1973 and it will be 46 years coming up.

To this day, I comment how God had His hand on us and I could not ask for a more Godly, caring and beautiful partner and one who would have put up with me all these years. As a side note, that old farm house is being restored and my most favorite place to rest, hunt and just ignore the world in the middle of nowhere, not even cell service unless you drive up on a hill.
 
We were introduced 33 years ago at the local rodeo (I was keeping the peace) by a nice fella' who went to high school with her that I'd arrested for DWI about a month earlier. Had occasion to see him in federal court for sentencing about 20 years later (Felon in Possession of Firearm), and he mentioned to the Judge that he had introduced me to my now wife. Judge said "Are you apologizing?"
 
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My father passed away and my Mom was still living in the family house. She was having trouble keeping the place up so she would keep a list of things which needed attention, i.e. paint needed on back door, window stuck, overhead light burned out, etc. I would make a trip home each summer to get the items on her “to do” list fixed and get the place ready for winter (she lived in WI) Making these trips home wasn’t a big deal as I was divorced at the time.

During one of these summer visits, there was the 40th high school class reunion on the weekend. Since I was there, I decided to go after much encouragement from my Mom. Her words as I left out the door were, “You just might meet someone nice.”

At the event, I ran into Jack. (Jack and I have known each other since grade school.) He introduced me to his wife Ruth. I decided not to say anything because I knew that Jack and Dawn had been married. (Both Jack and Dawn had been in high school with me.) I caught Jack alone and asked him about Dawn. He said they had divorced 12 years ago. Since I had known Dawn, I asked how she was. He said she was fine and said I should give her a call and proceeded to give me her phone number. As he handed me the piece of paper, he said he would call her and tell her that he had given me her phone number!

The immediate thought I had was, “The day you call your ex-wife and tell her that you’ve give out her phone number, there will be the biggest snowball fight in Hell you’ve ever seen!” I took the phone number and I did call Dawn just to see how she was fairing. Well it turns out there must have been a heavy snow fall in Hell because Jack HAD called her and told her that he had given her phone number to me!

About a year later Dawn and I were married and we will be celebrating our 20th anniversary next year.
 
I had been widowed for sometime and not looking for any commitment. Ran an interesting ad on Craig's list. Got a couple interesting replies. Met a couple of them. One of them spent the night we met with me. Kept meeting up. Became more. Been over 4 years now.

Interestingly my late wife spent the night we first met with me. We made it over 227 years together before she past.
 
There I was, stranded in Pee-ru , Indiana.
The local call it Pee-ru, Pe-ru is somewhere down in S. America.
I happened to know the ladies at the local telephone office who signed up folks for telephones.
One of them called me and informed me of a new arrival school teacher who was super good looking.
And I got her name and number.
I tried to invite her to a party, that was the plan back then.
Have a bash, invite all the ladies you can , and see what happens!
She wouldn’t go for that, I actually took her to the party.
Later we got married, travelled widely , had two kids.
Regret to report she passed a number of years ago - leukemia.
 
I was the "duty agent" for my agency this particular night which meant I had to stay a bit longer after the other agents left to answer any calls that might come in after hours.

I had a "G-ride" (gov't car) assigned but starting the previous night I had a premonition that I should take the subway home for some reason. (I worked in the federal bldg in NYC at 26 Federal Plaza at the time.)

Another agent was leaving at the same time as I was and offered me a ride to the garage where my G-ride was located. He convinced me to go with him after telling me I was nuts to want to take the subway back home.

I went about a block with him and told him to let me out as I had to take the subway for some reason. Just a feeling I had had since the night before, but a very strong one.

I missed the train as I got my token, (cursing under my breath), and had to wait for the next one.

I saw a beautiful woman come down the stairs and get on to the same subway car just as it came into the station. She heard me talking with an acquaintance I had run into on the platform and laughed at some story I was telling him and I used it as an excuse to introduce myself at some point.

I eventually got her phone number, (still have the matchbook cover I wrote it on), and "knew" I had met the woman I was going to marry.

Fifteen months later we were.

(Turned out that that there were a lot of parallel connections in our lives and that we even knew and were close with some people in common. It was and remains a very interesting mystery.)

We've been married nearly 32 years now.
 
A friend of mine from church, got out of the Army. Went looking for work in the day and sat around with his folks at night. On the 3rd Friday night his mom ask him if he was going to start looking for a girl? He said he was too broke to look until he got a job! She handed him a dollar and told him to get a cone at the Dairy Queen. The cute blond (and new to town) that gave him a huge cone and him have been married almost 30 years now! Funny what you can get for a dollar!

Ivan
 
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