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When I was a child, I stayed with a babysitter across the street in our apartment complex. Many years later, I had heard that my childhood babysitter had passed away. My mother and I went to her viewing where her daughter was telling us about how she had passed. Turned out she had been babysitting the son of one of my best childhood friends, that I met through my babysitter decades before, when she died. I was shocked because the last I had heard was my friend had moved to Amarillo like 8 years before.
I called information and got her number and gave her a call. We got together immediately and started hanging out regularly. We even went to our babysitter's funeral together. One night, she and a bunch of my other friends and I went to see one of the Exorcist movies (I think it was #3). My friend was a scardy cat so she asked if I would stay with her at her apartment that night. I said sure so at about 2:30 a.m., she got a phone call from her boyfriend who asked if he and his friend could come over. She said yes and I was all mad 'cause I wanted to sleep and I knew I'd get thrown out of the bedroom whenever he got there.
At 3:30 a.m. on August 11, 1990, her boyfriend and his friend showed up. My friend got me out of bed and introduced me to her boyfriend and his friend. She and her boyfriend, of course, went into the bedroom, so I'm stuck in the living room, in my old college nightshirt, talking to this guy. Well, he proceeds to say all the wrong things, talking about his young son and his ex-wife, and his loser job, etc. etc. and a little later on, my friend and her boyfriend come out of the bedroom. She says that we can sleep in the bedroom and she would sleep in the living room with her boyfriend. I'm like WE??? Turns out I slept in the bed and my future husband slept on the floor at the foot of the bed on a sleeping bag. At some point, I woke up to hear him shivering so I told him he could get up on the bed and cover up with the sleeping bag.
After I woke up, I went into the bathroom to shower and get ready to leave. I stayed in there as long as I could 'cause I didn't want to have to see the guy before they left. When I came out, my friend was asking me how I liked him and everything. I had just broken up with another guy and definitely was not looking for a relationship, much less anything with a guy that had a kid and an ex to deal with. Well, my friend was determined so she started setting up double dates for all of us. Once at a Ranger game and once we went bowling. Stuff like that. Turns out he was very sweet and really liked me a lot. Three years and several proposals from him later, we were finally married.
Now, after 17 1/2 years of being together, my husband STILL loves to tell people we slept together on the first date! Big goob!
Edited by: PANDORASPOCKS at: 2/12/2008 (19:40)
SW: 384.4 11/26/2007
Starting over Weight: 393.8 5/7/2009
Last week loss: 2.2
First Goal: 354.4 (10%)
Ultimate Goal weight: 165
Over 5 years ago, I met my significant other on MatchDoctor.com. He had responded to my ad, which was entitled, “Ghoul Next Door Seeks Wuvable Werewolf.” Damn, I am weird. Well, he’s probably weirder for responding.
We chatted online for a few days or so before I asked him out. I was tired of waiting for him to ask. We decided on dinner and a movie out in a town about half an hour away from my place. I wanted to meet in a place that I knew well.
We decided that we would meet up at the movie theater and go to dinner before the movie started. We were supposed to be there at 5pm. I was there early, as is my way. When 5pm hit, he was still no where in sight. I called his house and his father answered. He suggested that we were probably just missing each other. With the knowledge that I was not necessarily being stood up, I decided to wait. Besides, I was intent on seeing the movie with or without a date.
The movie that we were going to see was slated to start at 7pm. Some time after 6, he finally shows up. By that time, I had already purchased the tickets using a gift card that my ex-fiancé’s sister had given me for Christmas...right before I broke up with her brother. Buying the tickets ahead of time had at least given me something to do while I was waiting.
So, he arrives. He gets out of his car and acts quite sheepish and is appropriately apologetic. It was cute. I decided not to hurt him for being late. We saw the movie (Chicago) and then went to dinner (his treat) and had a lovely time. I think that we ended up having 4 dates during our first week of knowing each other face to face.
Now, why was he late? Well, he ended up in Philadelphia rather than a location in South Jersey. He thought that one road that he had to take for a bit stayed conjoined with another one for longer than it did. He missed the part where the route that I wanted him to take broke away from the road that it briefly shared pavement with.
Edited by: MALYSS at: 2/12/2008 (18:47)
My hubby and I actually met on match.com. At the time he lived in the same city as my parents, and I was living about 2 hours north. I was planning on moving home within the next few months, so I changed my profile to say that city. Almost immediately, he contacted me and we started chatting right away, and totally hit it off. Our first date came about a week and a half after we started chatting. It went so well that I actually kissed HIM goodnight. I've never made the first move. A few weeks later I moved back into my parents house and started substitute teaching at my mom's school, applying for jobs around the area, and realizing that jobs were pretty hard to come by there. He ended up getting a job in Omaha. I had no intentions of moving here, but after being gone in Italy for a month and missing him like crazy, I had to. So I moved here, and got a teaching job within 3 weeks.
Life is 10% what happens to us and 90% how we react to it.
I met my husband while on vacation in LA Cali. It was my first trip to LA and I was driving down with a friend who happened to be best friends with my husband. I was just getting over a 3 year relationship and just needed to get away. I was not looking and had no intenstion of dating anyone. When I first saw my husband he seemed like a really cool guy to hang out with but wasnt really my type. I spent a whole week hanging out with him, going to dinner, shows etc. I guess he really liked me but he thought I looked like a bitch and was igoring his ques. That's because I wasnt looking for anyone. Well I ended up driving back home to Washington after a week and all I could think about was him "my husband" I sent him a letter and a valentine and had it mailed to him. I explained in the letter that I couldnt stop thinking about him and I wanted to come back down as soon as possible to hang out with him some more. So the husband and I ended up have a 6 month long distance relationship, endless phone calls, letters. I still have every single letter he has written me. After about 6 months I packed up everything that would fit in my tiny suzuki and moved down to Cali. I had no idea where I was going to live or where I would work, all I knew what that I had to be with him. After living down in LA for 3 months and not being able to find steady work I told my husband I was going to have to move back up to Washington. James "my husband" said that he couldnt be without me and he was coming up with me. So we both packed up our cars and drove to Washington. Now 7 years later we are married and have 2 kiddos. : )
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T. Bone, the hubby and I flucuate (sp? d@mmit...) between telling the kiddos our "romantic" story one day or not...I mean it's hilarious but still...they're our CHILDREN. Who wants to think those thoughts about their parents?!? EW.
Mine isn't nearly as funny as the first one, but we met in high school when he was dating an acquaintance. She was a real (no need to spell it out) and treated him like dirt, but none of us wanted to be the one to break his heart, he just didn't see it. He moved away (originally met what should have been my junior and his senior year [long story]) and we didn't hear from him for a year, then he showed up at my best friend's house on his bike (he'd been living in GA, us in NE) saying he was moving back to NE. They were heading to the mall one day and she suggested they pick me up on the way. A few weeks and double-dates later, we were "official". He took me to my senior prom in April, we got engaged in July, and we got married in October the year after that.
Bradley-birthing, breastfeeding, baby-wearing, cloth diaper retailing, WIC breastfeeding peer counseling, Army-induced single Mama to Tobias (3/3/10)
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That one ROCKED! I want to hear how the story goes over with your grandkids... tee hee...
I was leaving with a bunch of friends & my bro from my my brothers house today, and was feeling spunky- and I called out in my best wagon trail voice- 'Forward, ho!"- my brother laughs, says 'what?"- and I said, 'well, I have been one forward ho for a long time, haven't I?
We both were giggling for a long time...
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That's the coolest "So, how'd you meet" story I've ever heard!
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That is SO funny!!!!!!
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Someone posted this question on another team I'm on, but since I can't tell the story there, I thought I'd post it here. It's one that must be told! :P
Years ago I worked on the road doing electrical work, a job I got through a friend I had graduated with from college where we were both on the electrical crew there. SO, I show up for my first job, and here's the break-down: There was me, female; my future hubby (5'10, male and 155 soaking wet); and 6 big, built african-amer. guys. At the time I was built pretty well, so for the first few days I really had to deal with some comments/come on's/propositions and laughed them off, but after about a week, I finally decided that I needed to get things straight with the guys, so the 6 of them and me all go out for dinner at an Applebee's in Georgia. You can IMAGINE the looks we got when we walked through the door, I LOOOOVED it!!! :) After a few drinks and MORE "C'mon, baby!" 's, I finally spouted out, "The sooner all ya'll realize that I'm not fu**ing any one of you, the better off we'll all be!" Silence, stares, and then the guffawing began, it was really cool.
BUT, for this entire time my future hubby hadn't said ONE WORD to me. Not one. It was like he had no idea I was even there! So the next morning after the Applebee's road trip, I was standing at the supply trailer and future DH comes up to me and says, "Hey, can you hand me that box over there?" So I say, "Which box?" There's like hundreds of them in the trailer, right? And HE says, dead pan, "The box I'll be standing on while you're sucking my d**k." I stared at him, in total shock! Like, he hasn't spoken word one to me, and when he finally does, THIS is what he comes up with?!? I almost peed my pants, I was laughing so hard! He said later on that he had seen how I was able to handle the other dudes, and thought he had a 50/50 shot.
We've been together for over 9 years, heh-heh!