I chased my wife half way across the country before she caught me.
Oh, you are so darn cute, Mark.
That's the story I have told people for almost 37 years, Still. My wife and I dated briefly when she was still in HS and I was living next door to where she was a waitress. She moved 750 miles away to live with her mother for her last year of school and I didn't hear a word from her for a year.
One day I ran into her twin sister and her husband at a friend's house and asked about her. About a month later I got a letter in the mail and had just quit my job that morning and was planning to travel to NY to visit a friend who had moved there about two months earlier.
In the letter she included her phone number and I called and talked to her for about 20 minutes. Then I packed up and set out (hitchhiking I might add) to visit Louie in NY. As I got closer to Pennsylvania, I began thinking about stopping to visit her "on the way" to see Louie. 17 hours after I talked to her I called her from a pay phone in her town and she came and picked me up. I intended to stay a night, asking her mother and step father to let me pitch my tent in the backyard and be on my way in the morning. Instead, we went to her church where they had a guest lecturer for the week and I heard every lecture he gave.
Never made it to NY and haven't been able to find Louie since.
I realized I was in love with her during that visit to her step father's house. We had just returned from the church and were walking around in his garden. She was walking along a low garden wall and when we got to the end of it, I put my hands on her waste and helped her down. We looked at each other and I thought, "Wow, I think I love this girl..."
6 weeks later, she moved back to her father's house in Illinois, we dated, married when her father was planning to remarry and move about 75 miles away (he and his new wife married one morning on the base at Fort Sheridan and then drove to our wedding that afternoon)and the rest, as they say is history. That was 1973...It will be 37 years in August since we got married. I had just turned 21 and she was not quite 18.
Our wedding was pretty small at the church where her family attended before her parents' divorce. The pastor who performed our wedding later founded the church where I have been an elder for about 15 years and we lived in a small apartment in the town where we have lived for the last 23+ years though we lived in several other places over the years.
I literally hitchhiked halfway across the country to fall in love with her...
Mark