I'm an Aussie, from Brisbane.
My husband and I met in 2001, when we were in grade 11 (second to last year of high school). His best friend had dated my best friend in grade 10, my best friend set up my MSN chat list for me and just copied everyone from her list.
So one day I was bored on MSN chat and asked him who he was. He told me and I asked him if he was in the year below us, no turns out he was in my year! I then ask him what classes he took, he said graphics, chemistry and physics, I asked him if he was in the other chemistry class, yes he was. I then asked him if he was also in the other physics class, no... He is in my class! Of about 20 people! I had never noticed him before! I had a friend point him out the next day!
We became fast friends and went to our senior formal together the next year.
For Uni, in 2003, we both started at UQ.
I studied science and he studied Engineering and we car pooled everyday.
In 2004, he went over seas for the summer and I was so sad to see him leave for so long! When he got back it felt like there had been a shift in our relationship, he later said that he'd meet a lot of people, but could not talk to any of then lie he could talk to me.
We started officially dating in June 2005 after an interesting camping trip.
We moved in together in 2007.
He proposed in a cottage at Montville in March 2008!
We were married in May 2010.
We travelled to 24 countries in 6 months on our honeymoon.
And had our first bub in June 2011 (our honeymoon baby).
Please excuse any typos I typed this on my iPhone!
Oh gosh, I can relate to this very well. So touching. <3
Originally Posted by redwoodfey
Aww, this is a cute thread!
I met my boyfriend at preseason camp for marching band during our first year of college (this was in the fall of 2005). We were the only freshman trumpets in our housing complex, so we would walk back from practice together, eat dinner together in the caf; you know: incidental low-pressure whatever. Early on in our acquaintance, I told the internet (read: my livejournal, accessible to all who bothered to follow the link from my thefacebook.com page) that I had a crush on him, but I phrased the admission in such a way that only he would be able to figure out that I was talking about him. (He was totally into me, too, so of course he was creeping on my livejournal.) After he dealt with this very overwhelming bit of information, he, certain of my feelings for him, managed to psych himself up enough to tell me that he liked me, too. Of course, he had no idea how to follow up on this declaration, so he then proposed that we kiss. I panicked and shoved my tongue down his throat. Ahhh, love.
Awww, just wanted to say: Shout out to the marching band! I was in the marching band in university and I met my best friend while working at band camp. Sadly, my husband can't carry a tune, but I hope to indoctrinate our future kids into band geek-ness. :-)
Originally Posted by egilona
These are so cute, and my story just isn't.
My man and I met at a bar. He was talking to my friend and I, acting like a respectable young lady, shouted over "Dude, she doesn't want to make out with you. She has a boyfriend." Later in the night he was talking to her again, and this time drunk I said "Seriously? She still has a boyfriend and she still doesn't want to make out with you." We started talking after that. He tried kissing me after I gave him my number. I ran away from the kiss.
Unsurprisingly he never texted me. A couple weeks later I noticed him at the same bar (classy) and said "Is your name E_____? I've been waiting for you to text me." We spent the rest of the night talking again, then he actually sent me a text the next day.
He claims he likes that I called him out...don't know why.
My man and I met my first year in college- his friend was dating my friend and so we ended up as one big group. One night that spring we were sneaking off campus to smoke (we went to a Christian no dancing/drinking/smoking/fun school). We headed to the "local" steak and shake about 25 minutes away (school was in the middle of a lot of Indiana cornfields). We ended up talking until 3 in the morning. The crazy thing was that our relationship at that point was genuinely platonic, but we were fast friends. I really trusted him and he really opened up to me, something he didn't do with most people. We both dated other people but stayed close (at one point we were each others' in case of emergency contact), for the next 7 years. We lived in different cities after college and then he moved to where I was.
I had a string of terrible and dysfunctional relationships (daddy issues) and people would often suggest to me that I date Matt. I always refused- citing the platonic nature of my feelings and my genuine fear of hurting him.
I moved again for a job and we were apart- at this point 6 1/2 years after we first met. I hit a low point in an awful relationship and God finally got me to see that I was on the verge of really self-destructing. For the first time in my life I started confronting my issues and realizing that I needed to become the kind of person who wants something healthy and good for myself (simple things like dating a guy who wasn't an addict/rapist/married/cheating on me). I started healing and really turning some things around. One lonely day a few months later I was in my car, and I had the thought "I should just date Matt". I immediately followed this thought with some positive mantra like "I do not need a man to be happy, the important thing is that I can be okay by myself". After that 'berries I kid you not it was like a voice from God thundered through my head "Matt is a good man, and if I were to bring you together it would be a blessing, you should want blessings".
At that moment it was like a light bulb came on in my head. All of a sudden during our weekly phone conversation (we watched The Office together every week) I kept seeing how thoughtful he was, how sensitive, how funny. 2 months later we were on the phone and I mustered up the courage to ask "do you think we will ever be more than friends?" and during the silence afterward I jumped in and said "don't say anything yet, just think about it, its okay I can handle whatever you say, I just don't want you to be on the spot so call me whenever you have had a chance to think". And hung up.
A few hours later he called me back. He patiently waited for me to stop rambling and during a pause He said, "I think I have loved you for a really long time, but I know that I love you now. There will never be a day when I don't love you. You are the only one for me, and I want to spend my life with you" He went on to list (I think he had an actual list he was reading from) everything he loved about me.
8 days later he proposed-over the phone (eye roll, he can't stand any suspense- one year we opened our Christmas presents on December 21st because he couldn't wait). 68 days later we got married! We knew each other so well and we just couldn't see the point in waiting! 3 years later we had Ramona and we are now expecting number 2 in November.
He is my best friend, out of every person in the world he is the one I most want to spend my time with, the one that gets me, the one that challenges me and makes me better. It isn't perfect or easy but it is so, so good!
i met my husband the first day of college!
@justme - For a story that's not "overly spectacular", it's certainly extremely fanciful...
I don't know how I missed this thread! But I guess my love story isn't anything that spectacular. I met my husband over Facebook, lol! There was this "meet up" app on Facebook, which found people with similar interests in your area or school. I had set mine up for the UMN since I was planning on meeting people on campus. Basically I got a message from him and we began chatting back and forth on Facebook. Eventually I gave him my number, he called, and we met on campus. We basically hit it off and on our 1 Year Anniversary he proposed at the place we met on campus. We got married about 7 months ago. So that's how it went down, lol!
What a sweet thread!
We kind of met in German class at our university. I used to smile at him (he is a dreamboat) and he sat behind me but we didn't talk to each other. One day we ran into each other with mutual friends at a radio benefit at a bar (I was a dj for our college radio) and we spent the night talking about poetry and art and music. After that, it took some time for us to actually date since I did cringeworthy things such as breaking up with him before we were dating (sigh) and so on but the whole time, he was incredibly patient and sweet and good. When I wouldn't date him, he was a wonderful friend to me and then I realized how much I loved him and we gave up the friend act (oh, and, AND, we had these daily journals we wrote for German class and he would write about me! lolol Our poor, dear German teacher knew we were "verliebt" before anyone else did :)). We fell wildly in love and knew it was forever. A year later, we were living in different cities for school/work and on a chilly evening, I was surprised to get a knock at the door -I was actually sick so I was not expecting any company. But it was him! He was wearing a suit and he had cocoa and flowers and he told me the sweetest things and asked me to marry him. My knees buckled (I was feverish!) and he caught me. I said yes and we went to pick up my medicine, true love ;). We had a lovely October wedding several months later and our little honeymoon baby is now nearly a little boy, hardly any baby-ness left about him at all. I am really grateful for my husband and for our life together. <3