Mine is not a "cute" story either.
Divorced for the second time and just ended an internet "relationship" with a guy in Australia my best friend decided I needed to met real flesh and blood guys. She worked in a truck stop and kept finding me truck drivers to meet. I went on a couple of dates that did not go anywhere and then she arranged for my Dad and I to come to dinner and the truck stop. Well the guy she wanted me to meet didn't show so the next time she sent him to my house.
He was a 41 year old that had never been in a serious relationship. Yikes! But he is solid all the way through. His Dad died when Lou was 17 and he took care of him Mom, he works hard and he is steady.
I actually made lists about what I liked aout him and what I didn't and could I live with it. Did I mention he was 41 and had habits set in concrete? LOL
When he proposed I was not in love with him and tried to leave the room because I did not know if I could do the whole married thing again, but I said yes.
I was following him through town one day (I cant remember why we were in separate cars) when I got this gooey mushy feeling thing and realized I loved him. HA Took long enough. We have been married 13 years and I still love him. Amazing.
He also adopted my daughter and has been her Dad like the ex never was.
Mine seems boring compared to so many of these! I met my husband when I was 20, over the summer when I was home from uni. I had one year left to go, and wasn't really thinking about getting into a serious relationship. We started dating (after meeting at a church event) and it was fun. Then we sort-of did the long-distance thing, when I went back to uni, talking on the phone once a week and emailing. After I graduated, I moved back close where he lived to find a job, and we kept dating. After another year, he proposed, and we got married and moved to London together while I started an MA. He's now working on an MSc and we've been married for about 20 months.
But it's funny- thinking about it, I can actually remember quite a bit of our first meeting, even though it was almost four years ago. I thought he was really cute, and he and his brother (they're twins) tried to make me play Scrabble with them, which is a game I hate. Our first 'date' (wasn't really a date) evolved from having tons of people over to my house, and he stayed late, chatting to me and my sister (who is 7 years younger than me) and eventually watching Harry Potter with us. The next day we went on our first real date, and things kept falling apart (like, two different places not being open even though they were supposed to be...so we kept driving to somewhere new...ha.) Anyway, fun to think about. We both agree there are times we miss that exciting, beginning-of-a-new relationship phase, but marriage is mostly really great.
I'm a single mom with 2 kids. I have a boyfriend currently who also happens to be the father of my son.
I met my daughters dad in high school. We were in a few classes together. We started hangin out on group dates, then dated on our own. I was at the time foolish enough to think that we would be together forever so we had Joely. Or should I say that I had Joely.
I met Arlos dad at the place that I work. He works the night shift I work the day shift. We used to talk a lot before be started and after I left. Then we would purposely take the extra time and then we had Arlo. So far we are still together though at this stage in my life I have realized that this may not be forever.
I met my husband Nick at a party at 6th form. My twin Joe really fancied his sister Valerie so he dragged me to the party. Nicholas opened the door and my brother immediately abandoned me and I was terrified. I wandered around by myself for a bit then some drunk idiots started hovering around me. I was about to leave when Nick came and told them to piss off. I spent the rest of the night chatting with him and his friends. Sadly Joe did not end up with Val- considering she is four year older than him and already had a boyfriends at the time. We are al great friends now and my life couldn't be better
Mine is definitely far from traditional:
I met my BF when his best friend and I were in psychiatric hospitalization together. We discovered we had a bunch of mutual friends, and spent three months dating. I wasn't really in a place for anything serious, and it didn't last. We both went away for the summer, and when we got back got together again really briefly. But I was commuting to school and working, and he was working long hours, had moved an hour away, and didnt have a car at the time, so it just didnt go anywhere.
Then I found out I was pregnant. We decided to just stay friends at that point, but we hung out a lot during my pregnancy. As I got closer to my due date, we did baby stuff together, and he kept finding excuses to come over.
On my due date he told me he loved me. I told him he was just saying that because of the baby coming. But the next day I realized if something happened to one of us and I never told him how I felt it'd be horrible. He didn't say it again, though, and I was afraid he didn't mean it.
A week later I went into labor. At the hospital he told me he wanted to be together. So far it's only been 2 months, but we've been really happy together. I don't know if we'll be this happy together forever, but I love him a lot and think we stand a pretty good chance.
I'm going to blame the pregnancy hormones, but reading these posts have me bawling. Is there anything better than love?
Jonathan and I met in February 2010, a little less than a week before Valentine's Day. I was working in a little coffee shop not far from the university in town. When he walked in, it wasn't Jonathan that caught my attention, but the girl he was with. She was very loud and waved her hands around (excessively) when she talked. Not the usual type of customer I had at the coffee shop. At one point during the evening I noticed that she was not very happy and he looked as though he wanted to get out of there. It was obvious that neither one was having a good time. When he got ready to pay, his date had already went outside to wait, and I told him not to worry about it, I would cover it. He asked why and I told him it was just my good deed of the day. He smiled (a gorgeous smile, might I add) and said, "You seem like the kind of person that would be nice to have around on a bad day." I smiled back and said, "Well, you know where to find me." He said thanks and left. I didn't give it much thought after that.
The next evening when I showed up for work, he was sitting in the coffee shop. He walked up to the counter and said that he wasn't sure if I remembered him or not but he was the guy whose bill I had paid the night before. I told him I remembered. He asked for my name and if I would be interested in going on a date. I agreed and we went out on our first date that Friday (I think it was the 12th).
I had all kinds of reservations about dating him. He was 6 years older than me, had three children with two different women, and had only been separated from his wife for 5 months. On the first date he told me that his youngest child was 8 months old and he did not want anymore children. I'm pretty sure all I said was "okay" but inside my heart was breaking.
Despite all of my doubt, I had a wonderful time and I couldn't think of anything other than him when we were apart. He called me on the morning of Valentine's Day and asked if he could take me to dinner. I had to work that night so I asked if we could do lunch instead. I'm not sure if it was on that date or our next date, I told him that I really liked him, but that if he was sure he didn't want more children, I wasn't interested in being together. It took awhile, but a couple months down the road, he said he would like to have one or two more children.
On December 4, 2010, Jonathan decided he was going to take me ice skating. I had never been before, but I always had wanted to go. We showed up to the ice skating rink and the parking lot was surprisingly empty for a Saturday evening. When we walked in it was rather dark, but there were white Christmas lights strung up everywhere. Since I had never been before, I thought that was just how it was around Christmas time. Besides the staff, we were the only ones there. As we were getting our skates, there was a big bouquet of red roses on the counter. I mentioned something about how beautiful they were and Jonathan grabbed the card and handed it to me. It said, "You seem like the kind of person that would be nice to have around on a bad day." Which I TOTALLY did not get at all! Jonathan took a rose (they were thornless!) and put it behind my ear. We then put on our skates and he helped me out into the middle of the ice. When we got out there, our song started playing and Jonathan asked me to dance. Since it was my first time on skates, I basically held onto him and he spun me around, somewhat clumsily. By this point, I was rather suspicious about the whole ordeal. I think I knew what was coming, but I didn't let myself believe it to keep from being disappointed if I was wrong. As the song ended, Jonathan got down on one knee and said how much he loved me and that I wasn't just the kind of person that he wanted around on bad days, but the person he wanted around everyday. He asked me to marry him and I said yes!
We were married in May 2011 and are now expecting our first child together in February 2014! I am so blessed.
My story is really not that exciting.
Patrick and I have known each other for a very long time, but it was never love at first sight. I think it was in the sixth grade, we were science partners together. I absolutly hated him!! He was the worst partner ever. I even asked my teacher if I could have a different partner.
So, years had gone by and we went to different high schools so I didn`t see him that much. It was at my friends party that we reunited with each other. We started talking and I noticed that he`d changed since middle school. After the party, he game his number and drove me home. I called him the next night and he asked me if I could go out with him the next day. I said yes and then we started dating. We dated for 5 years after that. Then one night, at our middle schol reuinion, he took me to the science class room and proposed!! I was so happy. He gave me the most beautiful ring I had ever seen.
3 months later, we were married. It was the greatest day of my life.
Now,we have been married for 8 years, we have two beautiful children and a baby on the way. I couldn`t be happier.
My story is short and not so dramatic.
Harvey and I met online (christianmingle.com), and I am not ashamed to say it! We were both in our forties and decided it was time to settle down and get married after only 7 months of dating. So we just recently got married in January 2013. : )
And I love him to pieces!<3
So I was a waitress. I was preparing a plate and this guy was at the cash register and he was so cute. Then our eye's met and the world stopped moving literally. I've never had anything like that happen before...it was like a sign. I was in a relationship with my best guy friend. However, we were having problems...mainly trust issues on both parts. Me & the best guy friend just knew too much about each other and we just we're extremely jealous over one another. Well after I got off work I looked the guy up on facebook after getting some information from the girl he was with, she is extremely younger than me and I just knew he couldn't be with her. I assumed they were brother and sisters. So I got his name and number then texted him. We became friends for like three months. All this time I was still fighting for the romance fairy tale where the girl ends up marrying her best friend...well it didn't become that sadly. We broke up before valentines day & the new guy and i double dated with my bff and her bf. It was so awkward and he was so shy but he got me a little bear and candy and a card and i melted because best guy friend was suppose to be with me but he gave my gifts to this girl i hated. I would have to say meeting the new guy was love at first sight and destiny. The major obstacle was the best guy friend it took me a long time to put aside what i wanted to happen, or my fantasy life in my head for the real thing.
I met DH only about 1.5 years ago, when I was doing my MA at Hopkins' Nanjing (China) campus and he was doing his PhD in Xi'An. I was on a break in Xi'An visiting old friends. I went to visit a French friend, and he just happened to live across the hall. We started chatting, and I just knew. Funny thing was, I couldn't remember his name for a long time. Even once I could remember it, I couldn't pronounce it (he says I still can't). I also kept forgetting which country he was from, as he's Iranian, but looks exactly like my Italian grandfather.
When the break was up, I returned to Nanjing, having only seen him 2 or 3 times in all. We started chatting on Facebook (thank God for VPNs to circumvent the Great Firewall of China), and he quickly understood I was interested. So, in a few weeks' time we started officially dating, and Skyped daily. It was strange, as we're from 2 very different parts of the world, yet our views on religion, politics, and life are extremely similar.
We started visiting each other as often as we could, until I graduated. Up until that point, we'd kept our relationship under wraps. However, my parents found out about our relationship from Facebook, and my dad's job threatened to fire him, as DH is Iranian... long story. Anyhow, the parents freaked out, accused him of being a spy/ terrorist, and threatened to disown me. Apparently, DH thought this would be the end of our relationship... but actually, it just made our relationship stronger. We realized that as much as we love our friends and family, we can't be happy without each other. And as much as I hope my actions will never make my dad lose his job, jobs come and go... but you may only get one shot at pure love. There was no way I could just give that up. At that point, I moved out to Xi'An to be closer to him, and we decided to marry. Sometimes we fight about who asked who to marry. He asked me to marry him a year ago, but there was no date set. Later, I asked via Skype from Hong Kong (when China implemented some crazy visa policies that put me in visa exile) to elope with me. However, marriage was a long, convoluted story of trying to help my dad keep his job, and trying to find a country that would let us marry.
Sometimes people say that we had a difficult time just getting together, and it's true... but I think it was good for us. I think it was Thomas Paine who said "what we obtain too cheap we esteem too lightly." I know that we'll never have that problem... Sometimes when we find ourselves taking each other for granted, we just bring up our story of trying to be together. It serves as a reminder to us of how precious our love is, and how much we should cherish it...