OK, Let's pool some positive energy to go into our weekend. Most of us have had some pretty tough times in our relationships, but I KNOW it has not always been this way. Let's start a thread about how we met and fell in love with our spouses originally. I love a good love story. Reflect back people!!!<P>Ok... I guess it is only fair that I go first...<P>I met my H in high school. I was 14, he was 15. He was my first kiss, first boyfriend, everything. We were in band class and he was in the back of the room (in the trumpet section) and he was the class clown. I was pretty shy and he would say the funniest things that even got our teacher laughing. He was the guy with all the trumpet solos and all the freshmen girls were swooning over him. We dated all the way through high school and he was truly my best friend. He had this amazing ability even at the age where most guys were petty to really want the best thing for me (encouraged me to spread my wings and fly, get over my shyness) We never broke up during that time, although we tried dating other people as well for a period of time. He graduated 2 years before me, went to the military. He went to Germany and we went an entire year without seeing each other. (He remained faithful during this time incidently) I entered college.... we continued dating. Truly felt like soulmates... Time and distance could not separate us. (Sigh) We got married my senior year of college. <P>Any others? Even those of you in tough situations now?

What a good topic! I love to hear how couples meet. I like your story!<P>In college. The last party at the end of a my junior year before summer break. I went to the party late (I had been at work) and I was just looking to see if a guy was there that I was interested in. I didn't usually go to parties. He wasn't there, but my (future) H was. He had had a few beers (he's not a big drinker, but you know what college does to some people), so he had the guts to talk to me. He was two years behind me in school, but admitted to me that night that he had been interested in me all year, but never had the guts to say anything. wow! So we talked and talked and made out . <P>The next day he went home for the summer, and called me. I wasn't really interested - I was very cautious about dating. He kept calling me every day, and we would talk for hours. Then he started driving to meet me (3 hour drive) about twice a week and we would go out. He sent me flowers, cards, wrote poems... wooo-hooo!!!! He won my heart! We dated for 3 and 1/2 years and got married. <P>------------------<BR>Faith1<P>"Then Jesus answered, 'Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted.'"<BR>Matt 15:28<p>[This message has been edited by Faith1 (edited August 03, 2001).]

Believe it or not, via the Internet in a Catholic forum.<P>Godspeed,<BR>STL

My H and I met in high school too. He took choir class, so he could get into the weight-lifting class(beleive me he can not sing). So I call it fate. We both sat in the back row, but in different sections. I noticed all year long. Then finally at one of our choir concerts, when my friends and I went up to say "hi" he noticed me. His friends and my freinds started hanging out. On our way to lunch one day, I was sitting in the front seat of his car,When his friend in the back seat said " Are you two going out yet?" We looked at eachother and said" Ah ,Ya we are." That was the second to the last day of school. <BR>I was 15 and he was 18, but he was a year behind in school. Three years later we got married on the same day that we started dating(his idea :> ) and had our son. Two years later we had our daughter. And here we are now.S

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A friend introduced us over the internet and we started talking on the phone. We dated, long distance (1300 miles) for a year before getting married. She moved to my state, and then after 6 months, we moved back to her state. Been married 2 years now.

We should have met when she was a senior in college and I was a freshman, but we didn't. We should have seven years later, when I started grad school at a different college, where she was in the same department working on her PhD- but we didn't for another two years, until we were randomly assigned seats (freebie tix for poor grad students) next to each other at an opening night at the Guthrie Theater. Miraculous.

My family sat behind her family in church for seven years, but she wasn't interested since I was 3 years younger and just a kid.<P>My best friend insisted I join the church bowling league, and I ended up on her team with her sister and BIL. One day I was bowling well, and my two best friends said "Whoever gets high score has to go out with her." I won, and I took her out to find out who she really was and to call their bluff. Even after the date I wasn't really interested. She started chasing me from then on, and I soon I realized how great she was, and later that year we got pregnant and shortly thereafter we were married.<P>SaltWater

we met at summer camp. He was with the Swamp rats, and I was head for the unicorns. Silly huh

Oh, wow!! These are great!!! It is neat to hear stories of people before all this pain started. I think it is an important peice of the puzzle and interesting to hear this along with the current events. Some of these stories are really cute and touching.<P>Come on people... keep 'em coming.

This is a fun thread but makes me a little sad at the same time.<P>We met in SO California thru a mutual friend. He was in school (Guitar Institute of Tech) and from out of town, Pac NW (Washington), I was a native CA girl (Newport Beach). He was the nicest guy I had ever met. I loved him pretty much right away. He felt the same. <BIG sigh><P>Jo<P>

(((((((Jo))))))))))<P>don't mean to make you (or others) sad, although I can understand why it would. It helps give me motivation to work to re-gain that "in-love" feeling. Also helps contradict that revisionist history that WSs seem to have. Thanks for your response.

I was in the Navy stationed overseas in Spain, my W was also in the Navy. My best friends W was her sponsor so they had planned for us all to go out. When I first meet her it didn't take long before we had an arguement about I don't remember but at that moment I knew I loved her. I followed her around for a few weeks like a lost puppy and we became good friends, best friends. She made it clear that she only wanted to be friends, so I decided to go out with someone else. After my date when I got home my W was sitting at my front door, she was mad but would say why. The next day I was still wondering about the night before so I went by her place to see what was up. She had the nerve to tell me that she didn't want me to date anyone, I said why not, she just wouldn't say. I got mad and left, but by the time I walked the 6 blocks to my house I said to myself "stupid you love her go get her" so I ran all the way back. When I got there I was so out of breath I couldn't talk, she answered the door, she had been crying. With a tear running down her cheek she said "I love you". We kissed and the rest is history. I still can remember that moment like it just happend and that was 11 years ago. She has brought this up several times, sense the he** I'm in now started, she has asked how did I put up with her back then when she wanted nothing to do with me and how can I put up with all she has put me throught now. I just answer "I love you".<P>As a funny side note, she grew up in California and I grew up in North Carolina. When I was in Junior High we would spend our summers at a local lake, it was the place everyone went. After we were married we discovered that when she was about the same age she had spent the same summers at the same lake with her family that lived in N.C.. We had to have meet each other on several occasions over those three years but don't remember. Funny how fate works. <P>silwl