<BR>Replying on DHJ's "love" thread has gotten me nostalgic!!!<P>How did you meet you mates? <P>Share your stories and thoughts on Fate, God, etc.<P>I don't know about any of you but I need to have thoughts about the good times and the good place I have been with this marriage and man of mine!!!<P>Hope you do too!!<P>I'll go first ---- You'll get a kick out of this...........<P>I met my husband in my BEDROOM!!!<BR>Swear to God!!!! <P>Here's the story!!! Come with me as we travel back in time to 1987.............<P>It was August - I was at work and somewhere around an hour or so before I was supposed to be done - I had this "yearning" to leave early and go home. I lived with my Mom in the 2nd floor apartment that our family had resided in my whole life. Anyway, I just left early cuz of that "feeling"<P>When I got home - I heard voices in the living room couldn't see from the backdoor who was over but wanted to change before greeting them. Went right to my room. Things were askew - my console TV was pulled away from the wall. Before I could reach it - up popped this guy!!!! Scared the beegeebeees out of me!! YUP, you guessed it!!! My future H!!!!!<P>I must have let out a startled noise - cuz Mom and this other guy came in the room. They were from the cable company and were just finishing up checking on things.<P>All four of us talked for a bit and then my mom led the guy she was talking to to the front door while I waited for MY GUY to put the TV back in place. Then I walked him out the front door, down the stairs and onto the front porch. We both kinda stood there - not having anything to say but yet now wanting to part quick either (like I said on DHJ's post - CONNECTION). Then he left when the other guy called to him.<P>That was on a Thursday and I was going away for the weekend to PA with friends. He called me on Friday wanting to go out - told him of plans. He didn't commit to calling back - felt that he would though. Sure enough he called me the following Monday and the adventure began!!!!!<P>Besides the obvious rarity of meeting him in my bedroom, there were a lot of strange occurences surrounding this "meeting"<P>The first is "Where did I get that yearning from that made me leave work? If I had not done so they would have been gone when I got home.<P>2nd. The reason cable people were there in the first place was to see if we were stealing cabole service!! This is another story!! But basically comes down to : We had 1st floor neighbors that my Dad when he was alive (passed away in 86) took a shining to. Young couple with 2 babies. Dad loved babies!! Anyway with my Dad gone the people down stairs got a bit rowdy and inconsiderate. A couple of days before My H was there, this girl had sprayed my Mom with the hose!!! When I heard that upon coming home from work I cut their cable line that my Dad had set up so they could have TV cuz they couldn't afford their own cable. The girl called cable and said we were stealing their service. Stupid girl!! We were paying for it - she wasn't!!<BR>This led to H being there!! <P>Before meeting H I had gotten sick of the dating scene - decided to chill out at home a lot.....Then poof - there's a man in my room!!!<P>Another thing that was interesting was when I asked H years later why he called me - e said because I walked him downstairs to the porch. Little did he know that I had to cuz I had to lock the downstairs door behind them!!!! (TEE-HEE)<P>Aren't these strange. What brought things together to create this whole situation? <P>Was it Fate? Was it God?<P>Was it things happening for a reason?<P>Will we ever know??<P>Hugs to All,<P>Sheba

I'll bite here's my story:<BR> <BR>I met my husband when I was 18 years old and worked in a nursing home. One day when I got to work there were a whole crew of landscapers from the cities there lanscaping the nursing home. Needless to say what do you get when you have a place full of young women and 6 very nice looking guys. I didn't like my husband at first. Actually I thought he was a really stuck up a-hole and he thought I was a little snot. We partied together all summer and when they left my husband told us to come up to the cities and stay at his place because he wasn't<BR> going to be there. Well a bunch of us went pu there and well he was there. He and I talked the whole weekend and by the time I had to go home I was totaly in love. The rest is history, we were married 4 mos later and here we are.

Cute story, Sheba. I met my H on a blind date, which was arranged by my best friend (now my SIL) who was dating H's brother. It was Aug. 30/1963. A gang of us were going to the CNE, which is Toronto's big amusement park. Nothing went right that evening, but before we left to go home, he had asked me out for the next evening. I didn't like him, but my friends persuaded me to go out with him, as it was another night that the gang would be going together. We missed the streetcar, and H was so worried that my mom would be upset, he called her to explain why we would be late. I didn't even get a goodnight kiss. He kind of dropped me off at the apartment door, and ran. The next night, he picked me up again, and we went to a country music concert at Maple Leaf Gardens. I got a "headache" during the performance, so we went to where the car was parked. After staring into his eyes for about 15 minutes, he finally got the hint, and kissed me. The next day, we all went for a picnic. In the evening, we went for a walk, he put his arm around me, and told me he had to ask me something very personal. Geez! Didn't know what to expect. He wanted to know what religion I was, as his parents were from a small town, and they put much importance on that fact. I told him that I was Anglican. Well, he said he was as well, and that worked out well, because he was going to marry me someday! On the way back to the car, he told me he loved me. It was probably two weeks later, my mom asked me what this guy looked like, as he was so shy, when he came to the door to get me, he would always have his head down. It makes the story much more endearing, because it must have taken all the courage he could muster to tell me he loved me, and he was going to marry me. Aaaaahhhh!!! It's kind of bittersweet, reminiscing about those days. We were both so young (16) and just assumed that if we wished for something hard enough, it would come true. How did we all end up here?<P>Success Story (why me)<P>------------------<BR><BR>SUCCESS STORY<P>

Not too exciting...but here's mine:<P>We met in my sisters kitchen. He was friends with my sisters ex-husband and we were all meeting at her house to go to a concert. Didn't talk to him much, but later that night we slept on the same L-shaped couch (feet facing each other). Nothing happened. <P>Then a year later I went in on a summer house on Long Beach Island in Jersey with him and a bunch of other people. I had just broken up with my boyfriend of 2 years.<P>We started getting close when we saw each other on the weekends at the beach house...then we finally kissed. It was amazing at the time. We'd stick around the beach house after everyone went home and make out for HOURS on the floor.<P>I realized I liked him when he kissed a girlfriend of mine before I did...before that I never really thought about it because I thought he was "out of my reach".<P>My sister was so thrilled because she had always wanted me to get together with him...<P>

I had just broken up with my BF in college. Actually, he broke up with me because his folks had moved away, and wanted him to go to school closer to them, and they also thought he needed to "cool it" with me, but he still loved me. Anyway, I didn't really love him; he was the loyal standby.<P>My H's cousin fixed me up on a blind date with H. Actually, we sort of met the Sunday before when I met my ride back to school on the square. His cousin introduced us, and H looked me up and down. Actually, he had already been eyeballing me. <P>So, we went out on our first date the next Friday, then on Saturday, and when I got back to school on Sunday, his cousin said that he had told his mother that he was gonna marry me.<P>Two weeks later, he was taking me home one night when he said, "Let's get married in the spring." I figured that he wanted to get "engaged" just so he could get into my pants, so I stalled him along for a month to see if he would stick with a girl who wouldn't put out and to figure out if what I felt was really love or not. We got engaged, but he didn't get into my pants until we got married six months later. But, he kept on trying! I guess that accounts for his lack of patience on our wedding night.

Interesting topic considering today is my 10th wedding anniversary ...<P>I was a late bloomer socially - very shy in my teens, didn't really date. Met my first boyfriend when I was 16 going on 17 - I was "Sweet 16 and never been kissed." Went out with that one for 5 years ...<P>I was 26 when I met my husband, he was 20... and I met him at a bar that my friends and I used to go to all the time. A girlfriend of mine and I had stopped one week night just to have a drink and talk a little. When we got there, she realized that one of the guys there was someone she had gone to school with, and she introduced us. We all sat together, and I remember being so incredibly impressed with his manners and he was so good looking and nice and sexy ... and I remember thinking as the night progressed that this was a guy I could marry. Weird, since I had no intention of getting married at the time.<P>I do think we had/have a "connection" ... there have been countless times that I have been thinking something very intensely and he will suddenly look at me and say "What?" as if he thought I said something out loud. And he knew something had happened to me both times I had a car accident after drinking too much. Once was on the way home from being with him a VERY long time ago, and once was a couple of months ago...<P>Well, I'm going to stop now before I get myself down in the dumps ...<P>------------------<BR>terri<BR>No, I'm not a Marriage Counselor,<BR>But I did sleep at a <BR>Holiday Inn Express last night...<BR>

I'll play...<P>Short but sweet...<P>Met on a blind date in February, 1980. Got married in April, 1980. Yup, you've got it folks, we knew each other seven weeks and got married!!<P>Married 19 yrs. with a LOT of bumps along the way, but 3 beautiful kids too, and struggling to rebuild our marriage. My grandmother always said she prayed I'd find someone nice, and her prayers were answered when my H came along!<P>I agree...<P>

Ok, here's mine.<BR>I didn't meet mine the my bedroom, but I did meet him at my house.<BR>I had just dumped my old insurance agent and a friend I was working with suggested that I call the guy that did the insurance for our company.<BR>So I did. We chatted on the phone for a little while and he said he would be over somtime that week to take pictures of the outside of the house.<BR>Three days later, I got sick at work and went home. He was there, taking pictures, and I went inside (I was sick-and I looked like hell). He rang the door bell and asked if I was ok. I said yes, thank you and he asked me if he could make me some tea.<BR>He stayed for a little while and I thought that was that.<BR>One week later, he called me up and asked me for a date. It happened to be March 30 and he was asking me for a date on April 1st (the day of fools). Well, I said yes, but I really thought ( I really did) think it was a set up from my friend at work.<BR>On April 1 @ 6:00 he showed up at my door. I panicked, because, like I said, I thought it was a joke. I was wearing sweat pants and t-shirt. My hair wasn't combed, no makeup. UGH.<BR>I answered the door and he told me that I looked great, but we were going to the symphony, I might want to change my clothes. <P>Cheryl

Hi Sheba,<BR>Nice to write something I like to remember! The year was 1973. I worked in a factory and was the divorced mom of 5 sons. Life was hard. In "73" women were still the 2nd class people. I was desparate to make more money so I applied for a job within the factory as a maintainance man. I got the job. I was the 2nd woman to ever sign up. I was so terrified. The men were really out to make sure I failed. Except this sweet little fellow they put me with to train me. My future H. We worked together for a year or so. He was married but separated. His wife was horrid. She came to the factory on payday and took his check. She would go cash it, take what she wanted and bring him what was left. I felt so sorry for him. We became very close friends. He was my salvation on the job and we went to factory functions as friends. He dated a girl in the same department and one day I overheard her telling a group of people how whimpy this guy was, that he was not agressive enough for her. Well, folks I decided I would help my whimpy friend over his shy hump, (no pun intended, lol) so I took him out and put the make on him. We have been a couple ever since. The first date? was on June 11, 1975 and we were married a year later. A long time ago but he has always been my hero and best friend. We are starting to get those feelings back again. I am trying to adjust my own attitude more. I am so in hopes that we can over come all our problems and really be soulmates. Long and boring story huh. I like telling it tho.<BR>Good feeling idea Sheba, thanks.<BR>Hugs, Karen<P>------------------<BR>alleyoop<BR>

Geez.. this could take a while. LOL! I`ll try to make it short.. <P>It was june, summer of 84, my hair shop had a picnic every yr. I knew my stbx, from him coming into get his hair cut, (not by me) and I asked my BIL, (who knew him and owns the shop) to ask him to come, (after finding out he that he was divorced, and living with some one he said he was not happy with) and so he was invited.. <P>I fell head over heals for him, right away..! I couldn`t stop the butterflies, (to this day) and the next time he came into the shop, I gave a girl a card to give to him. It had a woman sittng on a couch on the front of it, and it said, "why don`t you come on over for..." and on the inside it said "a cockttail, and we can get to know one another..." left my no. on inside, and he called two weeks later... (the chicken he was/is) <P>He then moved out of the live ins house, to his own place and we dated for the next two/three yrs.. (I was 29/30, and he was 37 at the time, and he had a son from his first marriage who joined us occassionally, on our dinners/nights out, I use to tease stbx about marriage, all the time) then after the two/three yrs past, he then surprised me on the way to a vacation we went on, with a whole bunch of couples, and asked me to marry him on the plane!! I excepted of course and we were married three *days* later! in Jamaica!! <P>He was/is a very indecisive person, to this day, and through out the relationship, was alot of me lifting his spirits, convincing him we were right for each other, while now knowing him the way I do, he still doesn`t get it...!<P>I did shorten this alot, so I just wanted to add that the fact that their were alot of signs back then, and he did try to warn me of his insecurities at that time too, but as love would have it, I paid no mind to them, and now I realize I should have listened alot closer.... Oh well... <P>AV

We met in college. My sophomore year, his junior year. His best friend had a room down the hall from me in the dorm. So he was always hanging around, always with a beer in his hand, and always with a goofy grin and doing something silly. My previous BF had been a serious, sensitive, new-age vegetarian, so I liked the idea of someone who was just fun. I called him my dumb-jock football player (even though he didn't play football). Well, he turned out to be a pretty sweet and sensitive guy as well. <P>I asked his friend what the scoop was -- whether he was dating anyone. The friend said "He doesn't do girls" and I thought he meant he was gay! Turns out his parents had told him to stay away from having any girlfriends because he wasn't doing well academically and his last GF was a major distraction. Well, I was a total geek, so dating me turned out to be very good for his academic career. <P>We dated through 3 years of college (2 for him), and then lived together for 2 years before getting married in 1991.

I met my H three years before I dated him. My homecoming queen girlfriend introduced us at a party where I knew no one. I was quiet and reserved. I am not sure who the second guy was, but I believe it is someone I also dated for a while. Anyway, H was very nice looking with a great smile, but would only give one word answers. I was determined to talk to him because I did not want to be left standing alone. So I would think of something witty, say it and he would make a sound or say a word. Hmmm...I should have gotten a clue about his communication skills.<P>Then I pledged a sorority and his frat. was always close to us, so I always knew him. Still nothing. Then my boyfriend moved in with him and I got to be friends. I finally dumped boyfriend, who ironically adored me but had a drinking problem. It ended rather badly. Then H had a bad accident during summer when hardly anyone was at school. My X told me about it and the last thing we ever did together (already broken up) was visit him in the hospital. Again, since no one was around and he was in traction, I would spend a couple hours a day sitting in hospital with him after his parents had to go back home. The sisters and brothers looked out for each other, so I really had no ideas.<P>He couldn't drive for months and had a hard time getting around, so my room mate, a great cook, would have me go get him for dinner often. We had a duplex, so about six of us ate together each night. Still nothing. <P>Then he asked me over for dinner to say Thank You. OK...I did do the fetching, but I hadn't even cooked for him, but still didn't get it. When I arrived he had a nice meal and a bottle of wine WITH A CORK! Unheard of in college. I started thinking hmmm. We went to a party afterward and my X asked me if I was on a date. I said, ask H, I'm a little confused myself!<P>Turns out we were, but I continued to date others for several months. In fact I got caught with H at a out of town party by other BF, who was an alumni brother...knew it was coming. Oh, well.<P>We graduated, had jobs on different sides of the state and around Christmas brought up marriage. We got married in Sept the next year....17 years ago. <P><P>------------------<BR>Faith, Hope, Love Remain,<BR>but the greatest of these is Love.<BR>1 Corinthians 13:13

I met my H at my house-but it isn't the way it sounds. My H became an aquantance of my exH-lol and he was over at our house playing stupid computer baseball (I used to hate computers). In the course of many conversations I discovered that my H and I had SO much in common-including both of us being in bad relationships, both enjoyed same things and both of us like spinach. why the spinach thing was ever important to me I do NOT know but it isn't common to find someone who likes spinach the way I do. I decided this is the guy I have been waiting for. We met in June 1988 and were married in March 1989. I have to say-this guy fulfilled every dream I ever had-until I found out about his affair with my so called best friend. I have decided though-after reading things here such as "what attracted you to your spouse" and those type questions-that I still love this man very very much. Lord knows he is sorry for ever getting involved with someone else. I hope we have many years ahead of us to make up for the wasted years. But-as they say-everything happens for a reason. Maybe it was a wake up call for both of us.<P>**heartache**

Hi twin sheba, interesting topic.<BR>Very common story, I think. <BR>Met hubby in high school 1978.Start dating almost right away. His father came to Canada in 79 and the rest of the family, including him followed in 80 (or 81?). Things were put on hold. We weren[t sure what was going to come out of it ( for the obvious reasons, plus I didn't really have any interest in leaving Portugal ). We agreed on dating other people if we wanted, correspond with each other and see what would happen. I visited 3 times, he visited 2 ( one of them for us to get married which I cancelled). Why did I cancell it? A lot of reasons together: my family was there, had trouble leaving them; had a good life and good job ( I find that - and this is only related to my own country, have no experience with other - people are willing to move to another country when they have difficulties in their own, most of the time financial or job related, I'm not entering here political or religious reasons, none of those reasons applied to me.); Having travelled quite a lot with my parents, north america didn't have the appeal, to me, that it had for other people. I had seen a lot, big cities didn't surprise me, there wasn't much in here that I hadn't seen before, so I wasn't jumping with excitment, plus I was used to a more european way of life, that I hadn't found in here when visiting; I had made new friends, dated some, wasn't really sure I needed to move this far to be happy; the though of leaving very close to his family, knowing them already didn't get me that excited either - and was I right!!!! also I hoped that he could go back instead of me coming here. This were all reasons for not coming. The only reason I could find for doing it was that I loved him. There were times that it didn't look like it would be enough. ( How things change!!!!! From him being the one committed to the marriage, and me the reluctant one, 14 years later, we're the opposite! Interesting hey?),<BR>Anyway after the cancelled wedding thing, he came back here but kept writing ( never received so many letters from him - a lot of pages too for someone that usually found one more than enough ), and did a great job of convincing, since 3 months later I was here. Funny since he couldn't go back there we ended up being married by proxi ( my dad signed for him ), and I spend my honeymoon in the camping ground at the beach with my friends. WE had a great party, it was quite fun... but not exactly what I had planned before. <BR>So there you go. We had a great time, waited about 5 years to have kids, and on the 14th year the "you know what" happened. I wonder if the fact that we know each other dor so long, let me know enough about him to have an idea of how he would react to things, which helped me to plan what I needed to do very carefully.<BR>And that's it, my story.<BR>Big hug<BR>Kat<P><BR>------------------<BR>Each and everyone of us is deserving of a kind word, a gentle thought, and the gift of understanding.<p>[This message has been edited by Kat1 (edited September 10, 1999).]

Went to Jr High & High school together but didn’t meet ‘till beginning of 11th grade. She was working at the place I just started. My brother was working there also & he was in the back pointing me out to her. We were friends for awhile. I was dating another girl (who was really basket case. She carried a broken piece of glass with her. It was her “friend.” Used to cut her arms all the time) Anyway, I got rid of her after she tried to OD on No Doze. Donna & I worked together all the time before we dated. While cleaning the oven hoods at the restaurant, she would write, “I love you” on them. She was flirting with me all the time. We were really good friends.<P>I went to a party at my friends house & everyone from work was invited. Me & two other guys were all saying we were gonna get some from her first. (Okay, we are guys and we were pretty messed up partying). Well it was ME who got some and the rest is history. Graduated in May 79 & got married Jan 80.<P>Here’s something interesting. We both joined the AF after we got married. While in basic training at the same time, I went to the chapel. While there I was talking with a Catholic priest and told him I’d only been married 8 weeks & had only spent 4 with my Wife & the other 4 in basic. He made an appt for us to visit him the following Sunday. She didn’t believe me until she got the appt. slip. We went and he comes out in his black priest suit and we go into his office and chat for awhile. He gets up & says he has some stuff to do and he‘ be gone for the rest of the day. Tells us to stay & talk awhile and, “if we get a bit too intimate, lock the door & close the curtains!” Woohoo! The Wife freaked out. Coming from an AF chaplain who is a Catholic priest & a full bird Colonel.<P>------------------<BR>Prayers & God Bless!<BR>Chris<BR>For relationship info check out <A HREF="http://www.pcisys.net/~chriscal1/resources.html" TARGET=_blank>www.pcisys.net/~chriscal1/resources.html</A> <BR>

Great thread, great stories.<P>Reaching back 18 years. I met my H the 80's way, at a club! I was only 19, and my girlfriends and I used to frequent a club where a lot of the professional basketball and football players hung out. Ya know, for the scenery! That club was always hoppin', even on weekdays, and me and my girlfriends were kind of like "VIP's" in that we knew all the bouncers and the doormen. Just like Studio 54, people would stand in line outside waiting to get in, but me and my girlfriends could just walk up to the front and be let in immediately! What an ego booster that was!<BR> <BR>Met my H on a Wednesday night --- which was "Ladies Night." I spotted him the minute we got in the club, and because of his great looks and physique, I just knew he had to play pro football. So, I gave him my best "come over here and talk to me" look, and kept walking past him pretending to play a Pac Man machine that was in the back of the club. <P>After about a half an hour, he finally came over, and asked me to dance. We danced to an Earth Wind & Fire song, "Let's Groove Tonight," (still one of my favorite songs!) After we danced, he escorted me back to my table and sat with me ------ for the rest of the whole night. By the end of the night, we were holding hands. He wrote his phone number down on a napkin and gave it to me. Then he said he wanted to kiss me, but he had a cold, so he kissed me on the cheek. Too sweet! <P>I called him on Saturday, and we met each other later that night at another club, and we've been together ever since. <P>Oh, and no, he didn't play professional football, but by that time, I could care less. He was definitely the man for me!<P>------------------<BR>Love is meant to heal. Love is meant to renew. Love is meant to oust all fear. Love is meant to harmonize differences. Love is meant to bring us closer to God.

Fun Sheba...thanks<P>I just turned 18, my first day at college. My H was a Orientation guide at my dorm. I remember seeing him come in late and thinking...that guy must be an exchange student..he looks very european I guess..real blonde hair and a handsome defined face.<P>We played one of those orientation games where you count off by two's and all the # one's throw their shoe in the middle and the #2's have to pick up a shoe then find the person it belongs to. <P>I was a wreck, nervous, etc..and hadn't eaten anything all day. I was also the last one into the middle to get a shoe. All that was left where two shoes (both men's)...the one closest to me was a beat up loafer..I took it even though I was wondering who could wear such a beat up mess of a shoe.<P>I turned around and there he was leaning against the back wall, and he waved...<P>We always say ours was a story of Cinderella in reverse. <P>And he is a prince.<P>-janet<BR><p>[This message has been edited by rjr #2 (edited September 10, 1999).]

I was almost 19 and went to work at the Grand Canyon for the summer. My H also came with his friend to work there for the summer. Of all the people there we were put together to work at the same place. We became friends and spent the rest of the summer together. He went back home to Iowa and we continued a long distance relationship until December when I went to visit him and go to Florida for a vacation. I never went back home. We married a month later. 11 years later I still believe it was fate we met because we were both origionally from the midwest, but we had to go all the way to Arizona just to meet!!<p>[This message has been edited by Cracker (edited September 10, 1999).]

This is fun! And even in real bad times, remembering the sweet early days was helpful - something to focus on when it got hard to remember WHY we're together!<P>Feb. 21, 1975: College Pub, my freshman year, his sophomore; 'WAY too much beer! Was sitting at a table with friends from school... people were coming & going... then I spotted this tall gorgeous hunk across the table... a girl I knew from school was sitting next to him, nearly passed out on him (hey, it was *college*! It was the *70's*! )... I *knew* this guy was special & I kept an eye on them to see if they were together... nope... and he was sneaking peeks at me too ... eventually it was getting late, and I was finally bold enough (ok, tipsy enough)to ask him to dance (yeah, prob'ly Earth, Wind & Fire ), which he did... only much later did I realize what an incredible sacrifice this was for him because DUNC IS NOT A DANCER!!! LOL!!! <P>Later he told me he'd go borrow his roommate's car to give me a ride home (I lived on another campus)... I thought that might be a 'line' to dump me, & made a friend stand with me in case Dunc never came back... *he came back* and we stayed up all night in my dorm living room talking (ok, a *little* smootching, but not much, he was a real gentleman - nice change from most college guys - and a real *challenge* for me! ). <P>I knew within a few weeks this might be The One... he was *wonderful* and I was so in love with him... we married in 1978, a week after I graduated college. Smartest thing I ever did.

I can't tell you how much reading these stories has brought a huge smile to my face. Ahhh the memories! Thanks for starting it Sheba. It's so nice to remember the good days!<P>I was 23 (he was 28), going to school and bartending full time. It was a fairly slow night and I had my butt planted on a cooler that was up against the bar, I turned around the electronic poker game on the bar and was playing poker. This gorgeous preppy guy was sitting right next to the machine and we were just chit chatting. He was drinking tea, cause he doesn't drink alcohol, and he was watching hockey. He was also there because he was interested in one of my waitresses. Anyhow, after a few minutes, I had this really strange feeling in my gut. We just clicked so much, it was unbelievable. I can't say there were sparks, but my stomach was in knots. It was weird. It was like I had a psychic premonition. I basically told him, because of his sweetness and obvious vulnerability, that he must have been a Cancer like me. Cheesy I know, but I just knew it. I can spot them a million miles away. I always said I wanted to marry someone just like me, who had to be a Cancer. Anyhow, I spoke to some of the waitresses about him, and they all had wonderful things to say. He came here after graduation from college, to attend flight school. He and the other "fly boys" used to come in there a lot during the day to study. I was glad that others knew him and could speak about his impeccable reputation. Sometimes meeting a guy in a bar is not a good idea. Especially when you hear ALL the lines they can give. After a while, you stop listening. I knew this one was different though. One of the waitresses that knew him well, spoke to him and he said he wasn't interested in that other girl, he was interested in getting to know me better. She mentioned us double dating, so we could get to know each other. We were up for that.<P>I was still living at home then, and my mother was out of town for the weekend. I couldn't wait for her to get home. When she got home, I ran to her like a school girl and told her that I had met my husband. How right I was! <P>We never did that double date, cause two nights after meeting him, on my night off, I went up to work. Just after I got there, he came waltzing in. From that night on, we were basically "married". We were joined at the hip. Got engaged and moved in together 6 months to the date, later. Married 2 years after our first meeting, to the date. <BR>------------------<BR>Hey suse, the anniversary of the day we met is on Feb 21. It's also our wedding anniversary. <P>------------------<BR>The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.<BR>Helen Keller<BR><p>[This message has been edited by Distrusting (edited September 10, 1999).]