In his parents back yard when I was 12. His older sister was friends with my older sister.

I was 18 (nearly 19) and had just moved into an apartment that I shared with a high school friend. Next door was a little diner, called "Mary's Coffee Stop." Working there was a 16 year old girl. I was a big tipper and she had....I have no idea what she had or what I first saw in her. We dated a few times, she moved 750 miles away, I lost my job two years later and I ended up spending a week at the house where she lived with her mother and step-father.(I was hitch-hiking to upstate NY to visit an old friend that I never did get to see) It was there, while walking in the garden that I first thought to myself..."Wow! I love this girl."

The year was 1973...We married 4 1/2 months later.

Mark

At my little sister's middle school band concert. H was a trumpet player in the high school band with my brother and everyone worshipped him because he could hit that "high C" like no one else. We kinda saw each other at the concert and did the "look" thing. Then my brother sort of became the go between until H asked me to go Homecoming Dance with him.

We were 16 and 17 years old. Wow, that was a long time ago ...

a blind date was arranged by one of my fellow nursing students

we met at a movie theater for a sneak of the original ALIEN movie <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />

co-ink-ee-dink-y <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

Pep

Mr. W and I met on a sidewalk OUTSIDE of a bar in trendy Buckhead in Atlanta (I was 23, he was 25)...(Not technically "IN" a bar, so does that make it better? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />) I was with a girlfriend...Mr. W and his roommate were VERY new in town (3 days) and his roommate whistled at us as we walked by...We ended up stopping and talking for a while, then the two of them climbed into the car with us to head to another bar a bit further north...Mr. W ended up spilling an ENTIRE PITCHER OF BEER on my brand new outfit that night and I STILL dug him (It RUINED the outfit-long suede shorts and a silk blouse-hey, it WAS 1992, so cut me a fashion break here! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />)...WOW...LOL...He told me that he would call me the next day between 4:00pm and 4:30pm...He callled at EXACTLY 4:15pm-I knew he was a keeper-and a "smokin' hottie" to boot! We ended up going out again that night, and so on-We got married almost exactly 5 years from the date we met(just a week off)...It's been 15 years this August since then...

Being the mischievious imp that he is, Mr. W just LOVES [jokingly] telling people that he picked me up on a street corner outside of a bar!!! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> THAT MAN <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> !!! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> (It's true, but DANG, that sounds BAD!!!) <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />

Mrs. W

In high school, my best friend's dad didn't like the boy she was dating, and thought there were too many bad influences in our public school, so he put her into a private school.

Where she met a new boy, who used to come sneak her out of the house every night (much better influences in private school). That boy didn't have a car, so his friend drove. Eventually, the friend got tired of playing chauffer and said he wouldn't do it anymore unless there was something in it for him. My house was the next easiest to sneak out of, so guess who got invited.

We dated until I graduated from high school -- part of the time was long distance because he was in the Army. After I graduated I decided I was going to college and he didn't fit my picture anymore, so we went our separate ways pretty amicably.

8 years later, the same friend who introduced us the first time called me up. She'd been visiting our hometown, and guess who she ran into .... ?

He got sent to our city for a training a couple of weeks later, and we all went out to dinner (the friend and her husband, H and I). I was nervous as all heck to go -- turns out he was, too. He stopped another girl to ask if she was me, it had been that long since we'd seen each other.

We were pretty much inseperable ever since.


-AmI.

I was stranded on a Desert Island. My ship had capsized about a thousand miles out at sea.

After what I believe was 3-4 weeks at sea. Don't ask me about what I had to eat and drink it is kinda gross.

After 3 to 4 weeks at sea I made it to an island. I was there apparently 18 months all by myself. I lived off of local fruit and grubs. Not a lot of fishing because the waters around the island were shark infested.

Over that time I built a raft and tried getting off the island but the raft sank. I felt hopeless I just wanted to give up.

Wait that wasn't me.

I met her while we were working together. My Friend saw her I had a thing for dating a lot of women and burned through all of them I worked with. So the FWW came into where I worked and my friend gave her a good recomendation because she was my type.

She said she fell in love with me the first time she saw me. That was about it. She basically moved in with me. LOL.

Rogue! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

Mrs. W., I just knew he met you on a street corner in front of a bar. I knew it! In fact I was just the other day telling someone that very thing -

"psst, don't you think Mr W. picked Mrs. W up on a street corner in front of a bar?"

And they replied, "absoeffinlutely!"

No, not really. They didn't swear when they replied. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

Okay, William Shatter... <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

THE PLAYER!

BE.have!

<img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />

Ohh You remember that.

I was a player now I am not.

Been behaving for a long time now but at the time it was the truth. I really liked women a lot back then. LOL.

She knows it too I didn't keep it secret. I was a waiter though so it was ok. LOL. Heck I went out with the customers too.

yeap, I remember all right! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

Good to know, you've settled down! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smirk.gif" alt="" />

Weaver...OMG, well then, this is really kinda of a coincidence then...I've been meaning to tell you that I saved your reputation the other day...MelodyLane told me that you just LOVED sh*t sandwiches, and I told her that that was a BOLD FACED LIE, because you HATE bread!!! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" /> YER WELCOME!!! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

Mrs. W <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/cool.gif" alt="" />

Touche' Mrs. W.

...dang crazy Southerners' anyway.

Oh no, I just realized you really are a damn Southerner, because you came up here and stayed. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

Go figure.

Church. He sat two rows behind me and then two weeks later sat next to me and at the end of Mass introduced himself.

My son once said, "I'm just going to marry a woman who will accept whatever I want to do." It chilled me. It seems to me that my husband may have been attracted to me because of a faith that kpet me committed to our marriage no matter what.

Cherished

Weave...Dat's DAMN REBEL to you girl! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

Mrs. W<~~~One A Helle's Belles <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />

Mrs W.

Please tell me it wasn't tounge in groove or Makos

I do like the guy on the corner that sells Hamburgers with goldfish crackers on them though.

I've really loved reading these stories. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

I was 18 when I met my H. I was working in my first job and became very friendly with an "older" girl of 21. She was married. One day she said to me that I talked so much about the same kind of things that a friend of her's and her husband's did, that I should meet him.

She asked me round for lunch and I met a young man who I thought was kind of cute but FAR too old for me at 23. He'd just come back from 2 years doing the overland trail - London to Asia including India and Afghanistan (when it was still open and just "another" country) and all sorts of other fascinating places. He was English and had a lovely accent.

After that meeting, I told my sister I liked him but he was too old. She said (rolling her eyes) he's not that old. Just go out with him.

35 years later, 32 of them married, here we are. Without the horrible sewage (as SD said) that I brought down upon us it would have all been perfect.

I love reading these stories too.



Yanno, as long as something good came from the bad...

Maybe it was imperfectly perfect, or perfectly imperfect? Not to make light of it as I know it caused great pain to all concerned, but something good did come from it. Right?

I just get tired of FWS beating themselves up or feeling like they have to constantly add a disclaimer to their happiness because of something they did in the past. If it's in the past, if the lesson has been learned and amends made...I say lose the personal history. One of the things I have decided to do is to not bring up that period of my past anymore after a couple of threads where I really put myself back there by talking about it so much. I am choosing to leave it far behind me now, where it belongs.

Sorry for the slight thread jack Believer.

It was 33 years ago this week.

I was getting ready 2 take 3 friends on a backpacking expedition down 2 Thunder River in Golly Gully (aka Grand Canyon). We were going in my dad's '66 Dodge van, and I had noticed it seemed 2 be running louder than when I last drove it, but that it quickly quieted down after running for a few minutes.

Got a flashlight, popped the hood, and fired it up cold again. Really loud. Found that the exhaust manifold was cracked in 2. That was about 9am. We were hoping 2 be on the road by 10 or so. I had 2 find a replacement manifold and change it, and then drive the 12 hours or so 2 Golly Gully (north rim is closed in April, so it really 2k longer than that).

Anyway, one of my sisters and her 2 friends (my W was one of them), were getting ready 2 head up 2 Yosemite for the week). I'd never seen her before that day.

I was smit sh!tless. Made quite the impression, 2. Covered in grease, with car parts all over the driveway. It was a very brief encounter. I think I said "hi" or something equally profound. Didn't see her again for a 2ple of weeks.

I finished working on the van at around sunset. My friends and I piled in and headed off. It was a weird April. We crawled up the grade out of Baker in a blizzard. I don't think I've seen it snow there since. It snowed all the way to Zion, where we stopped in one of the tunnels at about 4 am 2 put the chains on the van. Not surprisingly, that made the snow stop. Checked in with the rangers in Fredonia, then drove dirt roads all the way 2 the rim.

I can't do stuff like that anymore. 2old.

-ol' 2long

2nd year of college....

Walking alone down slippery path with huge snowbanks....

Bunch of tall guys coming towards me....too late to turn around....

Put my head down and kept walking, tried to side-step them and get by quickly.....

One whispered to the others "watch this" and before I knew what hit me, this 6'4" brut had me up over his shoulder and was swinging me around! My books went flying while I pounded on his back with my fists yelling "WH, put me down, WH put me down".

The other guys started howling and WH unceremoniously dumped me into the snowbank, muttering "FWS's the name" as he continued down the icy path.

A couple months later, he started sitting by me at a pre-lunch class and walking me to lunch.

I finally remembered his correct first name.

Ace