I've been with my boyfriend since I was 13 and he was 15 :)
He had a huge crush on my best friend. The three of us used to hang out and she was kind of mean to him and long story short, I got him in the end. the summer before freshmen year.
now, skipping a few years of the story, we are saving up together for a house!
These are so cute!
We met for the first time at a gallery opening in London in the autumn of 2008. I was absolutely intrigued by him, he was so beautiful and intense and strange, but I was in a serious relationship with someone else so nothing happened. We did have some friends in common, so we met a few times a year here and there, at parties, gallery openings, exhibitions, and I was always magnetically drawn to him, I could sense him when I walked into a room he was before I really knew he was there. I eventually left the man I was living with (2010) and moved across town. On my first day of utter freedom when I went to the shop, I ran into him. So we went to the pub and talked and I fell madly in love. However, I was a little scared by him. Not scared maybe, but he's so intense and moody and I felt intimidated, I'm bipolar and 2010 was a bad year for me. (My boyfriends up to this point had been a completely different type than him, which is a good thing for I always got involved with the wrong kind.) So it took us another year to get together. When we did, I moved in with him straight away. And one year later I got pregnant. He is my favourite person in the world, he's so interesting, warm, unpredictable, loving, sweet, good, kind and funny. Smart and beautiful too! I can talk to him about anything and everything. He accepts and loves my quirks and flaws, as I do his.
We come from pretty similar backgrounds, he's a little fancier than me (his father's a lord), we're both artists (well, he is, I'm working on it) and we both come from big, loud, interfering families. The only thing this far is that we have different views on marriage. But all in all, I think I'm very very lucky.
Happy Valentine's Day, everybody!
Valentine's Day is my favorite holiday for two special reasons.
Back in my single days, I had this friend who was always trying to set me up with guys she knew. I usually said "no", but there was this one guy she was obsessed with having me meet. She swore that he was absolutely perfect for me, and since Valentine's Day was a couple of weeks away, I finally agreed. It beat being alone on the most romantic day of the year, right? Unfortunately, a few days before V-Day, I came down with a TERRIBLE case of the flu and had to cancel. We made vague plans to try again once I felt better, but when Valentine's Day came, he totally surprised me by showing up at my place that night with a beautiful bouquet of roses and chicken noodle soup from the restaurant where we were supposed to have our date! Though he didn't stay long -- I didn't want him to get sick, too -- I thought it was really sweet of him to come by. And even though I certainly didn't make the best impression in my pajamas and unbrushed hair, he still wanted to go on our make-up date, which we did a couple weeks later. It turned out my friend was right. We hit it off right away, and a year later, on Valentine's Day, he proposed over dinner at the same restaurant we were supposed to go to the previous year!
Now it's our V-Day tradition to go to that same restaurant and order the chicken noodle soup. :D
You guys have made me a weepy mess over here! So many wonderful stories.
My story is kind of broken into two parts: high school and college. DH and I met through his girlfriend at the time (who had also been my neighbor and friend for years before this). She introduced him to me when I was ushering for on of our high school plays. A couple of weeks later, she broke up with him. Fast forward a month and I'm working as a stage manager for the talent show and he was one of the acts. Most of my theater tech friends (including the neighbor friend) came over afterward to play pool, games, etc. He and I were clearly harboring crushes on one another. So, the neighbor/ex-girlfriend had the same group over a week or two later and while getting coffee before going to her house, she called him to tell him I liked him. He was shy and I realized he was never going to ask me out, so I asked him. Totally cliche high school romance, I think :).
He started college less than a year after we started dating and that took some adjustment for us both. We talked about dating other people but never ended up going through with it. I ended up going to the same school and that came with its ups and downs too, but by my junior year, he knew I was the one for him and proposed. My best friend was in town from school, so we all went to her house to spend time together. After dinner, we went to pick up a couple of movies from my house to watch and while DH and I went to my room to retrieve them, my dear bestie decided she'd sit with my parents and wait for us. I should have known! While looking at the movies, I turn around to ask him something and he's down on one knee and he pops the question. I come to find out that they were in on it together. She had helped him find out the type of ring I wanted and apparently was miserable trying to keep her mouth shut :). Now, we've been together for almost 11 years (and almost 6 years of marriage). He's my polar opposite and complete equal in all the right ways .
aww, that's super cute! I would have loved that one!
Originally Posted by caitlinanne
DH and I are both from California, but we met in Geneva, Switzerland on a tour arranged by our universities alumni association.
We spent weeks as the only young, unmarried people in the group and really clicked.
We were married less than a year later.
I like and love him more every day :)
Great thread! I'm loving all the stories.
My husband and I met while we were a part of a Christian acting group. I had just joined and didn't notice him at first because I was meeting so many new people. For almost a year, he wasn't even on my radar which in hindsight I find amusing since he's 6' 3" and burly. Finally I started noticing him, because he was slightly weird and confusing. He had a very strong personality and was a bit of a loner, but to my surprise I was slowly drawn to his firm, passionate opinions and commanding demeanor. This is surprising when you realize that I have a very fun loving, happy go lucky personality. Of course, now that I'm older I'm more grounded and practical, but this is my default mindset, and especially back then I looked at everything through rose-colored glasses. Though I suppose as the saying goes, opposites attract.
Anyway, the drama group had a camping retreat and it was during this time that I realized that I had grown to have feelings for him. Nothing definite, just a look here and a conversation there. I remember thinking, "I really like this man's work ethic and faith." After that he began coming over to my house all the time. We started officially courting and 6 months later he asked me to marry him. Now my husband isn't very romantic, so he literally popped the question while I was loading the dishwasher, and he didn't have a ring. We still laugh about it and I'm actually glad that he didn't have a ring because I was able to personally pick mine out. The only thing remotely romantic about his proposal was that it was on New Year's Day, though honestly I don't think that was planned.
We were married on a beautiful, summer day in a garden surrounded by family and friends. Fast-forward 2 1/2 years and we have a wonderful, little boy and a baby on the way. Obviously my story isn't Hollywood material, but we are definitely the best of friends and I love him to pieces!
This is a perfect Valentine's Day thread! I'm a hopeless romantic, so reading all these beautiful stories is a delightful treat ^_^
The beginning of our relationship was sort of a comedy of errors...at the time I was still with my abusive ex, and he was crushing on my best friend, a closet lesbian, who he met in a hurricane in the middle of an Ohio cornfield. I was planning to surprise my best friend by visiting her at university, and I recruited him to pick me up at the airport and drive me to the school…I was shy around him because we'd only ever spoken on chat, in passing. I spent a week at the university, getting to know her crazy beautiful group of friends, and he and I really connected…like that deep, instant, soulish connection. His intense blue eyes, the way he communicated, the way he wasn't afraid to be emotional, how strong and fast and half-wild he was… This was an eclectic group, really into martial arts and archaic forms of combat, and they built an obstacle course in the local park. When it was his turn to run the course, he blasted through it and didn't stop…he kept running straight at me, literally swept me off my feet, and ran all the way across the field with me in his arms…I could hear his heart pounding and that carefree laugh rumbling in his chest…in hindsight, I think that was when I fell in love. I had all these reasons why I wasn't really drawn to him and it was all just a mistake: misplaced loyalty to my boyfriend, his feelings for my friend, our age difference (I'm two years older, which at college age made me feel like a cougar!) the long-distance thing, etc. So when I went back to my "normal life" we stayed in contact, just as friends. Friends who think about each other all the time. And chat all the time. And have phone conversations until 3 am all the time. Nothing weird about that, nope!
He was there for me when I finally found the strength to wrench myself out of that destructive relationship. He was there for me when I was too stubborn to go back home, living by myself in the scary part of town, thousands of miles from anyone who cared. He was there for me when I took a "vow of singleness" for a year to get my crap together, refusing to be in a relationship until I was no longer so damaged. He pursued me so gently, waited so patiently, loved me unconditionally even while I was careening around my life making terrible decisions and suffering the consequences. He was my rock, my best friend, the one person who knew everything about me and never judged me, never left me. And when that year was up, he showed up on my doorstep with a moving truck and brought me here to the most beautiful place on earth, waited a few months to get his family used to my presence in his life, took me to an antique store and bought me the most exquisitely beautiful ring, proposed to me in a park with the same name as the university we met, and married me a year later on the summer solstice, a casual beach ceremony with our families and that same crazy beautiful group of friends in attendance.
We will have been married 8 months next Friday. He's my everything.
All of these are adorable to read!
I met my husband on my auntie's wedding day when i was 17 years old. I was her bridesmaid and she had employed a make-up artist to come to her house and get us all ready before the ceremony. There was a knock on the door and I went to answer it and there he was; tall dark and handsome even though he couldn't have been older than 18. Even though I was so young at the time I knew he was definitely someone I wanted to get to know better. It turned out that he is the brother of the make-up artist and had come to drop off her phone that she had left in his car. My auntie invited him, we got talking and never looked back.
The proposal came after 6 years together. It was my 23rd birthday and all my family were round for dinner at our place. It started snowing outside so we all went out to watch. Then completely out of the blue he was down on one knee and asking me to be his wife. My mum and both my younger sisters were crying which started me off and I said yes without any hesitation. Now we have the two most beautiful twins I could ever have imagined and still look at each other the same way we did on that first meeting when I opened my auntie's front door. He is the best thing that ever happened to me :)
@futuremom can you please spin your ridiculous fantasies somewhere else? In multiple posts your adoptive son is "one year one week old," then he's one week old. And he and the fetal twins will sleep in triple bunk beds?
You can't be a year apart and have one of you matriculate in college and the other matriculate in law school.
Why was an Australian kid walking around a US amusement park at age 8?
And how nice of your adoptive father to return to the "African" [anyone who's lived in Africa, myself included, refers to the country in which they lived, not the continent] village to continue your parents' noble, unspecified work.
This is a baby name site which does not at all require one to be married, partnered, pregnant etc to discuss names. Just be who you are, or else join a writers forum if you want to construct rather flimsy, ludicrous fantasy selves.
What sort of tragic event left you and your five siblings (mentioned elsewhere) orphaned?
Originally Posted by futuremom