Your sickeningly sappy "How I met my wife/husband/fiancee" story

Hm.

Well, I was at a friend's college graduation party, walked into the kitchen to get a beer, and the future Mrs Chavez was standing next to the keg telling dirty jokes. What can a mere man do, I was smitten.

Stockholm Syndrome.

Met mine in high school. She thought I was a good looking asshole who talked too much.

We didn't get reacquainted until the following year, and it took some time until I realized that she was the one for me. Now we're happily together and looking for a nice place to call our home.

She still says I talk too much.

This kind of thread comes up every once in awhile, and I would again like to take the opportunity to tell all of you responding to go fuck yourselves.

Sorry to hear that Joey, that sucks.

I was the foreman on a construction site so it just happened to be my job as Safety Chief to escort the Sky TV technician up to the roof. I didn't ask them to send a tall, fit and gorgeous redhead girl with legs two stories high (in fact I didn't know girls did that kind of work) but they did anyway. I spent the half hour of our conversation just joking around and making smalltalk and consciously not hitting on her because I was soon to be heading to Brazil and didn't need any romantic complications. It backfired when my lack of the usual builder behaviour tricked her into thinking I'm some kind of gentleman so she pursued me until I couldn't resist anymore.

Three years and she still hasn't noticed that she's way out of my league and I'm the luckiest fucker on the planet.

Eat that Ratty.

Well we have only been together for about a month but whatever, i'm happy

She's an aussie lady who works as a concierge at the hotel I work in the engineering dept for. I was going to ask her out, but she beat me to the punch.

good times are still being had by all

Wait a minute...you didn't meet her during Ambien sex as per my sig?

She was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar...


Seriously though, I met her through an online dating agencey that we had both joined as a bit of a joke. I contacted her because she listed her favorate film as Point Break and didn't start her ad with "I'm a Funny, Sexy, woman" as all the others did.

3 years later we are married and I'm the luckiest man on the planet.

Was she truthful about Point Break, though?

Yes she was.

Although Recently she told me She thinks it's Independance Day.

And thus your avatar, I get it.

You can't all be the luckiest fuckers on the planet. Somebody's lying.

Also, thanks Anderson.

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Introduced to each other via a mutual friend who thought we'd be good together.

She's a burns nurse and told me all about how she specialises in using a mechanical tube thing she puts up people's asses who are too burned to shit for themselves and it essentially sucks the shit from them. Or something.

I was putty in her hands after that.

I was a sophomore. She was a freshman. It was her first college party.

Poor girl never stood a chance.

I'd struck out with several girls, so I asked out my then-best friend's older sister to THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW. On the way home, I realised I wanted to fuck her to death. A few days later, I got my chance. Then it dawned on me, if I ever cheat on or leave this girl instead of her leaving me, her brothers will beat the living hell out of me and cut my balls off. So then...

I wasn't in great financial shape and wasn't looking for any kind of relationship at all. My older brother was dating a girl who had a friend she desperately wanted to play matchmaker with. Both my brother and his gf had offered to introduce us multiple times, always with me declining because I wasn't in a place where I could afford to be going on dates and because I absolutely DESPISE getting set up. I had no idea that something very similar was happening on the other side of the equation. They were offering to introduce this girl to me, and she was declining because she had gotten out of a bad relationship and had more or less sworn off men for a while.

Anyway, my brother called me to ask if I wanted to meet him and his gf for lunch one day and I said sure. A similar call was made to this other girl. Neither of us knew the other would be there. We hit it off immediately. A year later I was the best man at my brother's wedding to the girl that set us up, and a year after that he was my best man to the girl they set me up with. And the women in our lives get to be sister-in-laws as well as good friends.

The story would probably be a lot more romantic if the place where we met wasn't Luby's.

Dating service. Pre-internet. We went out, and 2-3 months later, we decided to get married, and then actually got married about 6 months after we first met. August 2010 will be 13 years we've been married.

We met at a house party where she and her boyfriend of the time came as well. I was sitting in the living room corner, minding my own business, basically just avoiding the party and she came over and started talking to me. Soon we were talking about movies a lot and chatting away. We became very good friends after that.

This went on for a couple of months, we hung out together, had Rock Band nights and even Singstar nights and we just had a lot of fun. Of course me being totally blind when it comes to women, I didn't realize that it was more than just friendship before we actually started making out at a Halloween party.

Then there was a whole mess of a story how I waited and waited for her to break up with her boyfriend, which took a long time and I was told on many occasions to forget about her and move on etc. Finally when I was in Copenhagen last August, I got a text in the middle of the night that they've split up. Once I got back to Dublin, we basically moved in together and have been happy since. We have a baby on the way and I'm actually going to propose to her tonight.

Wow, sorry to hear about that, Joey.

I met my guy on Match.com. Never let it be said that online dating doesn't work - he's the best $80 I ever spent ($40 a month, it took me two months to meet him, har har har). The guys you meet online are just like any other guys, really - some are nice, some are assholes. So, I had spent 30 minutes of my time one evening on the phone with one of the assholes, who proceeded to inform me over the phone that I was too fat to date someone as fine as he. Needless to say, I ended the conversation right there, and never did get to meet "Prince Charming" .

Of course, I was feeling pretty low, when I decided - okay, you have two choices. First choice is, you can let this jerk-off get to you, delete your profile and decide that you'll never date again. Choice two is to say fuck him, there's a reason he's 53 and still single, so you can beef up your profile, move along with this process and see what happens with other guys. Luckily I went with choice two. I went online, tried to make my profile sound more interesting, and updated it while I was at it - one of the updates was "most recent book you've read", which at that time was "Wonderful Tonight", Pattie Boyd's account of her life with George Harrison and Eric Clapton. I hit save, logged off and went to bed. The next morning, there was an email from a very cute guy, who was also a huge Beatles' fan, and wanted to know what I thought of Pattie's book, since he'd read it too. A year and a half later - here we are!

Edit: Andrew, congratulations on tonight (and on the baby)! Let us know how the proposal goes!

Sweet Jesus, good luck!!!!!

I met my girl on Myspace. A few years before Facebook, Myspace was king! She is hot and listed Ghostbusters as one of her favortie movies. We saw each other off and on for about 3 years while I waited for her to leave her ass of a boyfriend. Once all that was cleared up we got married. Weird way of going a out it but damn it's worked so far.

Myspace also, she found me. March we'll have been together four years, and our son will be 3 at that point, so I'm REALLY hoping to have the money for a ring by the end of this year.

I was a total cad in my first post Joey. I forgot to say sorry for the bad crap that just happened to you, Having been on the end of a messy break up as well (we lived together) you have my sympathies.

Plus you need these crappy relationships to really cherish the good one when it comes along.

I've never been able to go after a woman in a committed relationship. Whenever it occurs to me to do that, I find myself imagining myself in the current boyfriend's shoes and feel like an absolute dick. How do you get around that?

Met Mrs. Napoleon14 purely by chance. I was working for a local pizza chain as a manager and had to deliver some supplies to another location. A friend who was working there was waiting for her girlfriend to come by so they could go out after work. When her friend arrived, she was accompanied by a co-worker and we spent a few minutes talking together and it was at that time the co-worker noticed me staring at her rather ample cleavage. She asked me if I was enjoying staring at her cleavage and rather than deny it I said yes. We will be celebrating our 6th wedding anniversary next month.

I've never really done that, but a girl I dated in college for about a year or so was dating someone else when I found out she was interested in me. I had asked her friend (who was also a friend of mine) if she could find anyone for me to go out with, she (in a drunken stupor) told me, "Oh my god, _____ is totally in love with you!" And I was like, "What? Doesn't she have a boyfriend?" to which she replied, "Oh, she hates him. She's working on breaking up with him now." So she dumped him a week or so later--and I did feel bad for him, because she would tell us what she was going to do to specifically aggravate him to try and get him to break up with her. We dated for a year or so, and it didn't work out--our personalities were a bit too different, and someone falsely accused me of cheating on her, which she believed, so she dumped me. The funny thing was, this was only the second long-term relationship I'd ever had, so after she dumped me, I immediately moved on. Then I found out months later she had gotten even more pissed at me because I didn't continue to try and pursue her after she left me. I still talk to her from time to time on Facebook, so we're back on friendly terms, though.

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Met my current squeeze online.

Was friends with her for two years before we started dating. Fell in love with her the moment I finally met her (about six months into friendship), kept it quiet, she fell in love with me, surprised me on my birthday and we started dating about three weeks after. Never been happier in my life and barring any major problems with my career or our relationship, I'm proposing to her at the end of summer (most likely on her birthday).

I met my wife at work. I worked with her boss on a project, and I actually met her when she came over to ask me what the hell I though I was doing (I was searching the desk of her boss for a folder that I needed). I was smitten right away. Over the next couple of weeks, I made a point of making small talk with her. I asked her out for lunch, then drinks, then dinner...you get the idea. Within a month of dating, I knew that she was the one. I asked her to marry me a year later and the rest is history. We've been married for 10.5 years now, and she hasn't killed me yet.

Best of luck, Joey.

I am sorry to hear about your break-up Joeypants. Had you hopes that she would be more long-term? That shit just seems crazy at any rate.

I met my wife in a trench in Bosnia in 1992.

We were on watch together as the base had come under sniper attack several nights in a row. Some pissed-off Serb decided it would be fun to target shoot peace-keepers, so our CO put the base on high alert, which included having us fortify our positions with trenches, fox-holes, you name it we dug it.

It was a big group that first year, so I hadn't seen the woman who was to be my wife before that night. We were both nervous as hell, her 1 year out of basic me two years out. We passed the time at the start of the watch talking about folks back home, pain-in-the-ass regimental sergeant-majors, the usual military small talk. I can tell she is someone I could spend a lot of time with if I got a chance to see her after this was all said and done. About two hours into the watch, we see muzzle flash and it looks like our sniper is trying to amuse himself by taking out our perimeter lighting.

We get the call over the radio. "Private Arsenault, your trench is closest to the target, go flush him out."

I reply, "Uhh, just how are we going to do that Corporal?"

He says, without a hint of sarcasm, "Real quiet-like."

Fuck. Ok, so all I have on me is my rifle and a few grenades. I didn't have time before I went on duty to draw any more supplies. Grenades aren't too quiet, and we had been warned that we were to use as little lethal force as possible in the execution of our duties. So even with this guy shooting at us, we still didn't have a clear mandate to open up on the forest Dutch style. I turn to my trenchmate and she is smiling.

"What are you so fucking happy about?", I ask.

"Look down," she says.

I see her foot resting on a whole box of tear gas grenades and a flare gun. Apparently, she was more prepared than I had been and had thought ahead. This was a theme that would carry through into our marriage to this day.

She takes two grenades out, hands them to me and says, "Be gentle with these. But not too gentle."

I clip them into my webbing and start leopard crawling out of the trench and towards the small copse of woods this guy (or guys, we really didn't know if he had friends) was last seen. I'm so nervous at this point that my helmet is sliding around my head from the sweat. All I could think of was "Wouldn't it be funny if right after I had met someone interesting I'd go and get a cap in my ass." Yeah real funny. I'm getting real close to the woods now.

Suddenly I see movement. I inch closer, and it's him. Looks like there's just one of them, and he's setting himself up for another shot. I put my arm behind me flat on the ground, red-lensed flashlight in hand and signal back to my trenchmate that I've found the guy. I turn back to see what he's gonna do, as he hasn't seen me yet and my companions from some of the other trenches are now close enough to me that I can see them.

From out of nowhere, I see a tear gas grenade lob over my head and hit the guy right in the chest! Stunned, he looks around, then all hell breaks loose. A flare goes up, me and my supporting crew rush his position, and before he knows what is going on he's surrounded. We didn't fire a single shot!

When the excitement died down, I figured out what happened. My trenchmate had also come out of the trench (unbeknownst to me, and totally against regs) and from a distance of about 15 yards had managed to hit the guy. With a grenade. Hard enough to stun him.

"What the hell were you thinking?!?", I yelled at her.

"I kind of wanted to see you again," she said shyly, with a big hang-dog face.

I knew right then I was looking at my future wife.

One Easter while I was living in the interior of BC a good friend suggested we go to a medieval recreation thing in Crawford Bay instead of heading to our hometowns. As with most medieval recreation events 3/4 of the people were complete loons but we met a handful of really nice people. I took a liking to one young lady (who unbenownst to me at the time was married). We all exchanged email addys and went our separate ways after a pretty decent weekend.

Several months (and many emails later) she's split from her husband (they were on the verge of splitting up when we met) and invites me to visit her. I drive through one of the worst snowstorms I've ever seen (it took ten and a half hours to drive 390 kms) to be with her.

A bitter divorce (for her), four years of school, one year of living apart because of my work, too many trips to mention, two years of infertility and one little girl later we arrive at today; happy, wealthy and much wiser.

I had just graduated from college. My best friend and I caught wind of a Jeff Buckley tribute show/fundraiser at a local bar so we went. One of the bands was, in our opinion, completely excellent (dear God, that cover of "Jewel Box"), so we started stalking them. We may have had our eyes on the frontman; I'll never say. I was engaged at the time. It would have been totally inappropriate to even think it.

We met the frontman, he told us to come to the next show and he'd introduce us to the rest of the band. The next show was at the now-defunct Reed Street Station at the end of August, 2001. I remember shaking Dave's hand and thinking that he needed a haircut and had nice arms. The rest just sort of followed.

Hmmm.

Well, despite the bar here having been raised, one way or another, I'll offer my little anecdote:

I was working in radio, and applied for a part-time job at a local record store. The store manager who interviewed me was not only a shapely bronzed brunette who appealed to me right away, but she turned out to share a lot of my musical taste.

She was looking for a jazz and classical buyer, and I told her I was up for it, and spent the next two days at the local library bringing myself up to speed (I always knew what I LIKED, but retail buying means knowing what other people like, too, and it had been a few years since I had seen Fantasia).

Got the job, BS'd for a couple weeks, but by the time I'd been there for a few months I really was as knowledgeable as I'd pretended to be, and began to feel more comfortable in her company.

Finally asked her out: we went to a revival showing of Rear Window, and things took a slow, but steady progression from there.

Been married over twenty years now. I count myself unusually lucky in that she's not only a great person, but is still intensely sexy, with not a grey hair in sight yet (unlike her husband) and the few pounds she's added in the years since having gone in all the right places.

If that's true? Holy shit, your kids should ask you, like, every hour how you met.

I met the wife at a party, thining she was 19 and thus a bit too young for me,. She wasn't 19, and she was the one for me, even if her fgamily name was my 1st name, and was a vegetarian (from which I kinda cured her... kinda).

It really isn't as exciting as Ludwig's Rambo 4-minus-the-racial-violence story.

My story's too boring to mention here. We met at work, similar interests, and all that. Still married, almost 14 years now. We're pretty boring people.

Wow, Ludwig totally wins the thread!

Loving these stories. Andrew, good luck tonight, dude! Ludwig, awesome story (insert "Love is a Battlefield" joke here).

Joey, I've been in the same boat as you - I'd had a girlfriend who I was with for a couple of months who dumped me without telling me she was dumping me. Told everyone else, just not me (I've told this story before on the boards).

So, after that debacle, I was in a dating drought for a few years. Occasional dates here and there, but no action to speak of. Then I got overwhelmed with work, got sick with a nasty little infection, had a couple of potential love interests go sour, and pretty much had it with dating. Even had a dramatic moment outside during a thunderstorm were I just decided I was tired of moping about not having a girlfriend, and determined to live my life the way I wanted to. "Fuck love and fuck everybody", I thought. So I started saving money for a trip to Vegas - I was going to have some fun for a change, do some gambling, live the high life for a bit.

Just as I was getting ready to buy plane tickets the next day, one of my co-workers asked if I wanted to go out on a blind date with a friend of his fiancee. What the hell, I thought, sure. He gave me her work number, I called her, we made plans to meet that weekend at a local pub.

Dated then married my blind date a couple of years later (ninth anniversary is in May!). Never made it to Vegas, though.

heh, nah I made that story up. Sounded way more interesting than "Went home drunk with some random stranger, figured out we didn't hate each other, staying together now only because we have kids."

You're going to have Royal Tenenbaum's "Died Tragically Rescuing His Family From The Remains Of A Destroyed Sinking Battleship" on your tombstone, aren't you.

One can only hope, yes.

wait, what?

Maybe I should clarify that when I said we met on Myspace, that was a typo. I meant to say we met on My Space Station, where we were battling the great alien warlord Grabblethip. We killed the alien, and then we banged. And saved America.

Awww, you suck! Tell us the real story of how you met her!

your story is even better than mine!!

I'd like to change mine, too. Dave's last name is Grohl and we met in 1990. That's the ticket.

You Baxter'd somebody.

Yeah there is a mistake in mine as well. When I said I contacted her because she listed her favorate film as point break, i meant we met on the set of Point Break.

I am Garey Busey and she is John C. McGinley