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I am a die hard romantic and would love to hear everyone's stories of how they met their partners. Feel free to make them as soppy as you would like

I met mine through a friend. She was going to Australia for a year and she wanted me to come to her post work leaving drinks. She wanted me to come early so "All the cute guys would be there". I couldn't as I had to go to gym first so I rocked up around eight. I was talking to her when I saw this guy accross the room. She introduced us and we got to talking. We talked all night and he bought me drinks. Then we went dancing and he asked for my number while we were waiting for my bus home. The next evening he texted me wanting to know was I coming to my friend's party (she had a lot of leaving celebrations!). Of course I was and so we met up and went to the party. Then we started dating and now here we are nearly two years later. He is so different to me and to all my previous boyfriends and I struggled with that at first, but now I think it works beatifully.

We have travelled together to Asia, other parts of Europe and are off to the U.S. in two weeks; he has been there for me throughout my lean work period, through all my health issues and everything. He is a real standup guy and I am very glad to have him.

What about you all?

Working for same company in US. But met in London, England.

Details Mac, details

I met my dh through a friend. I was in high school and had invited some of my friends over to watch movies. (Most of them were junior and seniors and I was a sophomore.) So one of my friends brought my dh with him. It was funny because I never really got the chance to talk to him much that night (I had a boyfriend at the time), yet we seemed to keep catching each others eyes. So I run into him a few more times at get-togethers and we talk a little bit. Then one day he attends a pool party. I show up with some friends but stay in the bed of the truck because my now ex-boyfriend is in the pool and I don't care to go in. My DH realizes that we aren't together and comes bounding out the door and jumps in the bed of the truck to sit with me (I swear he was running at full speed. LOL) He tells me now he'd been waiting for the day he could ask me out and was hoping I'd break up with the other guy soon. We talk a bit then he invites me to go get pizza. He said he knew going home that night that I was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He drove 20 miles almost every night from that point onwards to see me (he lived in a neighboring town). After a year and a half he proposed and got a blessing from my parents on the condition I promise to finish school first (DH was already out of school, but I had no intention of dropping out!). So we were together 3 years before we got married. I graduated and we got married a month later. We've been married over 17 years now - 20 year in total.

lynnhopes Wrote:Details Mac, details

Working for same company in US. But met in London, England. We were working on the same project for the US bank we both worked for in their London branch.

My wife says she is the cheapest date I ever had. This is true because we both worked on the same project together for 5 months in London and were on expense account the whole time. So for the five months we worked together on the project I never shelled out a dime for dinner, etc.

She lived one flat above me in the same building. She had a washer/dryer in her flat and I didn't so I would borrow hers. We lived on St. James place. 1 block from Buckingham palace. I used to go jogging in Green Park. The Brits used to laugh at me cause I said I lived 'back of the queen'.

We got married about a year after we left London. I was moving to LA cause I was tired of Chicago and she wasn't going with me unless we were married. So we got married about a month later and have been married 21 years.

I'm way more sappy than my wife, so I love telling this but she has heard it so many times!

Spring of 1999: some woman writes a syndicated column about a couple of fitness resorts in St. George in Southern Utah, called Red Mountain and Green Valley. Red Mountain is more fitness and less luxury, while Green Valley is the reverse. The column shows up in the Salt Lake Tribune and in some paper in New York.

I read it in Utah and signed up to go down to Red Mountain for a week starting Sunday, 6 June 1999. My future wife and a girlfriend saw the same article in New York, and signed up for the same week and same resort.
Red Mountain

Monday morning, 7 July 1999, they have us on the tennis court at 6:00 a.m. stretching, getting ready for our morning hike. About 6:15 the instructor said "Hold onto your neighbor for this next exercise." I reached out and the woman I grabbed was my future wife, Diane.

We had a week to get to know each other, but it was very casual, since she was married. They did not serve any caffeine back then (they do now), and Diane had terrible withdrawal headaches, so, since I had my truck there, I drove into town and bought her some instant coffee, etc. That must have convinced her I was not an ax murderer or anything.

Diane got divorced a year later, so we started dating. For two years we dated long distance (I flew from Utah to New York one week out of six), and we got married on 21 July 2002.

Incidentally, I was at my heaviest weight, 256 lbs, the month we met. This picture was taken early last year (it's a composition of two photos, which is why are standing apart), when we were driving through St. George and passed the resort.

I met my dh at work. He was the manager of one dept. and I was the sec'y in a different dept. I had known him for probably a year, but he was married + older, so I never considered him as dating material. So, one day, my friend who worked in his dept told me he wanted to ask me out and I said no way! - married!, old!! - but she tells me he's getting divorced - but I kept saying no. He is a bit more than 10 years older than me and I had never considered dating anyone more than 3 years older before (I was 23 at the time). So, the company Christmas party comes up, I go - dressed to the nines in a killer LBD (little black dress) and he looked pretty good in his suit. So we start dancing and talking and occasional dating. He had to work pretty hard to woo me, as I still was not that interested. He would leave cards/notes/flowers on my desk, etc. until I finally agreed to date him regularly. We got engaged at Christmas the next year and married in Sept the following year - so dated for not quite 2 years before marriage. He had a 2 year old son when we started dating and he was our ring bearer. Now we have 2 more kids and have been married 23 years.

I met my husband through a mutual friend. I didn't realize at the time, but this mutual friend had not really invited me over to meet my future husband, but for a chance to spend more time with me. When this mutual friend saw how well me and my future husband were getting along, he tried to interfere. The mutual friend kept trying to put his arm around me. After I went home, the mutual friend called and kept talking to me. He kept talking about how he really wanted to date me and how great we would be together.

I'd feel sorry for the mutual friend, but he was a good looking fraternity guy. He'd told me before when he had a girlfriend, that he only liked very petite women. I guess even then I knew that I might end up big and found him only liking petite women to be a turn off. I knew it was going to be hard for me to stay 106 pounds.

Anyway, my husband was more my type. He was more of a rugged engineer type, that liked to watch X-Files. My husband has been with me for 14 years. We've been married for 12 1/2 years and have three children: 7, 4, and 2. My husband has loved me from 106 to 170.
Even though, I think he enjoys me being 117. He doesn't have to hear me complain that nothing fits.

I was horse back riding and stopped to pick berries on the side of the road. My dh saw me, as he was driving home from work. He found out who I was by asking around. He then went to where my sister worked (small dairy maid....hamburger joint) and asked her would I go riding around with him. That was our past time.....riding around town and just talking. My sister persuaded me to go. I wasn't interested in him because I had someone else that I had dated a time or two and hoped for more dates with him. I, also, remember on that very day wondering, silently, who I would marry someday and then I looked over at him and told myself that "it sure won't be you!" It goes to show you don't ever say never. The next encounter with him was at our local fair (carnival). He wanted me to ride the rocket with him, so I did because I wanted to make that other guy jealous.....it didn't work. So at that point I gave up on trying to get the other guy and started dating dh. We dated 3 1/2 years before we married and have been married for 30 years. Incidently, that other guy asked my sister if we were broke up because he wanted to date me again and marry me. It was too late then, I knew who the better man was at that point and who I wanted to marry.......the never ever one. LOL!

After a disastrous marriage and divorce, I began exploring the world of dating. For me, meeting someone randomly was not working. So, I began looking into personal ads. Hey, you can meet some very nice people this way which expanded my community of friends. Eventually I met a young man who was 5 years yonger than me, hard worker,kind, cute. The main thing was when I looked into his eyes, I could literally see my future. Like the song says "I could see tomorrow in his eyes ". I knew that we would have a close relationship by the following year and so on, and so on. I would like to say that he fathered my children but that has a different meaning than what I am trying to relate. He became fatherly to my children. It was like he knew that he would have to "date" the kids as well as their mom. Oh BTW, I had 3 kids from my previous marriage.

What might appear to be the biggest road block really was not. He is White and I am Black. I will never forget the feeling of total and complete fear when it was time to meet his parents. He introduced me to his family 6 weeks after we began dating. I just knew he didn't tell his family about me and he was just going to throw me in the middle of sharks with their jaws dropped to the floor...I just knew it. Well, as soon as I stepped in the door, his mom came up to me , shook my hand and said, "So you are the young lady Matt has been telling us about." Not only did that put me at ease, it told me a lot about his intentions.

Two other things that made me feel like I was "in" with his family was when my brother-in-law-to-be asked if I wanted my carrots. I was having dinner with the family. I told him "No, and sarcastically asked "Do you want them?" He said yes and just forked them off my plate. Another thing was his uncle told me that I got a great guy. I thanked him for that coment.That told me that we were being taken seriously.

Matt, eventually gave me a card with a picture of a zebra ( get it ?). The outside of the card said "Look what you did." On the inside it read " You just opened the card that says I love you."

He proposed to me at the Welshfield Inn 2 years later. I knew that the "surprise" was coming...He was acting too secretive. He had placed the ring next to my water glass and insisted that I drink water which I did not want. He was so nervous he didn't even ask me to marry him. I suppose I was just gonna guess that he wanted me to marry him. I did yell at him and said "Are you going to ask me to marry you or what? Ugh, yeah, will you marry me? Ugh YES. He then put the ring on my finger and I went to the restroom to show all the girls that was visiting the lu.

July 15, 2009 will mark our fifteenth anniversary. We are now buying our first home together in CA. Like any marriage we have been a a huge rollercoaster ride. Sometimes he completely infuriates me. I am not into using dreams to to define my life or guide my footsteps but something that really stands out is my dreams about him. I had a dream where he asked me to marry him and I said yes...I was so excited and when I woke up I realized that we WERE married. I have had many dreams where for some reason we are in the air and he is hanging on to me to make sure that I didn't fall. Those dreams are telling me that I can count on him. I have never had a bad dream about him.

Online.

We "met" 10 years ago on a political discussion forum. After the forum dissolved, we emailed for a year, progressed to calls and letters and then he drove 1400 miles (he hates to fly) out to meet me. So after 4 years, we finally met and we got married 2 years later. We had our 4th anniversary this summer.

We were both very lucky to have met someone who didn't play games and didn't lie. I even sent him a picture of myself wearing sweats without any makeup so he'd know what to expect most of the time. I did do a background investigation on him before I met him for the first time. Does that count as romantic?

I met my husband online. I was introduced, at the time, to the world of the internet. A good friend of mine was often on ICQ and told me to log on when I got home from work. I teach so, that was rather early compared to most people. So, every day around 4:30pm, I would log on and chat with her. I came to quickly realize that people could find me randomly and chat. One day this guy from Sweden decided to try and chat with me. I wasn't very interested in chatting with some stranger in Sweden. However, he was persistant and polite so, I chatted a bit.

One day he told me that he was headed to Africa for a month and he wanted the address to my school so he could mail my students some postcard from Africa. Yeah - right! I never gave him the address. I was a skeptical New York gal. I just deleted him from my ICQ list and moved on with life.

A month later guess who shows up on my list? Being new to the internet, I didn't realize deleting him wouldn't stop him from communicating with me. Okay - we chatted a bit more. He was always polite and respectful. He spent a year in New Jersey during high school so we started with that common ground. Eventually, we realized that we got along quite well and had many of the same interests.

About two months later, he asked if he could call me. I was hesitant but, then permitted it. This lead to many phone calls with long conversations. On my birthday, in June, he called and said he had a surprise birthday gift for me. He wanted to come and visit me that coming August. I refused. I was working summer school that year followed by my only sister's wedding ...followed by my best friemds wedding two week later. I was the maid of honor for both weddings. I was also moving to a new apartment in between. He was insistant so, I reluctantly agreed.

Long story short - he came to visit...extended his stay....helped me move and cupid struck us both with an arrow. We were in love.

I went to visit him for Christmas. He asked me to marry him on 01/01/01. I started the visa process to move to Sweden the coming summer. I moved in the beginning of July to Sweden. We were married March of 2002 at city hall in Stockholm (gorgeous fairy-tale like). We both moved back to the States August 2002. We spent a month in new York with my family, purchased a car and drove to Seattle where we have been ever since.

Come March, we will be married 7 years and honestly we are madly in love with each other. We turned out to be the couple that gets along, are best friends and rarely fights. I would never have guessed this part of my life. God is good! What else can one say?

~Danielle

Online

I met by bride of 15 years through a blind date.

I was doing volunteer work at a local elementary school, and the teacher I was working with was named Linda. Linda was the inquisitive type and she asked if I was dating any of the girls at college, and I said I hadn't find my type.

I explained I was an old-fashioned kind of guy, and I wasn't looking for a girl to get drunk with and party it up. Linda did some thinking, and she told me about a friend of hers. Her friend sounded interesting, so Linda called her up and told my wife to be that she had found Mr. Right!

My bride was a bit nervous because she had never been on a blind date before. I was nervous because I was only 20 years old and she was 29! I was worried she would be thinking I was just trying to get in her pants. Fortunately, we made it through the first date, and the rest they say is history.