How did you meet your partner and what was the first date like?

Met my husband at church and our first date was a 20 mile bicycle ride....sore butts at church the next day!!

wow!..so many cool stories!

My boyfriend and I met 4 years ago... at work actually. Funny thing is we didnt' get along really!. He's pretty stubborn and strong willed and so am I. But then I got to really know him and I found out that he was the funniest guy I'd ever met!...gotta love a man that can make you laugh. So one day he asked me out for dinner and we've been together ever since...oh yah he brought another lovely little joy with him as well..his maine coon baby Reilly. They are the 2 lights of my life

Wow so many stories ok here goes mine:

Boyfriend and I have met in highschool. We were best friends for about a year, and I fell in love with him. We spent every day together and I thought that he liked me too, but he never made a move. One january evening I had enough of waiting for him to do something, and when he came over to my house, I decided to tell him how I felt. After he heard what I had to say he just got up and said "Ok, I have to go home". I felt horrible, I kept thinking that this is horrible, not only will we not get together anymore, but I lost my firend as well. As he was leaving I put my coat on to walk him to the bus stop. On the way to the stop total silence. Then another great idea of mine, I decided to ask him if I can kiss him( Hey, I had absolutely nothing to lose at this point), to which he said " No". Ok I thought, this is much worse...I was ready to sink into the ground. We were both standing outside in the cold looking at each other. He missed the bus...I decided to invite him back in. We went back to my house, then things started to progress,..., we slept together We have been together ever since, that was over 8 years ago
Not very romantic, but it worked

Originally Posted by pandybear

my husband and i knew each other at highschool, we had a crush on each other but were too shy to introduce ourselves

one night (six years after leaving highschool) i was chatting.......

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Awesome story!

Originally Posted by RoyalEnchntrss

John ans I went to highschool together and we knew each other through mutual friends but he was.......

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Wow! That's a great story too!

DH and I met while we were in college (different colleges). We were set up by my roommate, who knew him from high school. I had seen his picture on her desk and said, "He's cute, who's that?" and she arranged for us to meet in her hometown over Thanksgiving break. We didn't really have a "first date" since the first few times we went out were always with other people, and not in a "double date" type of way (like my friend and I meeting him at a bar and such).

We met online in a round-about way.

I had a female friend I had met online several years earlier who happen to have a vacation house an hour from my home town (Her full time home was 500 miles away). Whenever they came up to the vaca house, we met for dinner.

Meanwhile back at her job she was friends with my *now* husband and showed him my personal website (and also told us both that we'd be perfect for each other). He emailed me and we began talking online and via webcam. He must've been really taken with me, because gifts began coming in the mail... hundreds of dollars worth. It was December so I saved them all for Christmas Eve and let him watch me open them via webcam!

I drove the 500 miles to meet him on the weekend of New Years, and after that we made a once-monthly trip to see each other. Each time he came to see me, he bought me wonderful expensive gifts (what a sugar daddy, now all we want to do is buy big gifts for us both!), and in May I finally said enough is enough, and moved to be with him. We got married two years later

Haha, wow. The short version is that Ian and I met living in the same dorm our freshman year of college.

This is a must read. It's like an episode of the OC or something.

The long version is that we met on that first day and there was this instant attraction and chemistry beetween us. But for some reason, I dismissed his advances saying that I had a boyfriend. I didn't have a boyfriend, and I remembered thinking that he was cute and smart and sweet, but for whatever reason, I dismissed him. We had been playing Cranium with a few kids on our floor that night including one of my good friends from high school who happened to live next door, Jess and my new roomie who I had established and instant connection with, Cheryl.

So I went off to bed having turned Ian down. That night, he and Jess got together. Well, the next morning, Jess and I had a class together, Discover Chicago. So we were sitting in class and I was like 'You know, I kind of like Ian' and she's like 'Well, so do I and we made out last night'. Having had a really bad situation in high school of this nature, I told her she could have him. She made me promise that I would have a talk with him about just being friends. I made and kept that promise.

So, after Ian and I talked, he grew to confide in me about things, especially women. Well, it turned out that he didn't want Jess at all. He wanted Cheryl. And I knew she liked him, so I told him that if he made her his girlfriend they would have my blessing.

So they dated. Meanwhile, in order to avoid feeling like a thrid wheel, I started to cultivate and eventually act on an interest I had in this guy, Paul. Paul was pretty good looking, an even foot taller than I, and he knew how to say all the right things. I was completely carried away with him. However, he spontaneously dumped me about 3 weeks into our relationship. At this point, Cheryl and Ian had also recently broken up, although all seemed well with them as friends. I was wrong, though, and I later came to find that Cheryl was falling more and more in love with Ian by teh day.

I was crushed and lonely. About a week later, though, Paul called me and told me he missed me and wanted to hang out. I got all excited and was verbally considering the possibility to my now best friend and confidant, Ian. He told me that he'd "bet me anything" that Paul would take me back. Anything? I asked. "Yes, anything, You name the terms."

So being a lonely basket-case, I told him that if Paul didn't take me back, that he had to take me out on a really fancy date. He accepted, and like the good best guy friend he is, he walked me over to Paul's place.

As it turns out, Paul was cold and nasty and did not take me back. So when Ian picked me up (Paul didn't even walk me home that night and Ian offered to save me a cab ride) I told him to make reservations. To my surprise, he actually did. A week later, he took me to Bisto 110, a fancy French restaurant which is in River North, near where Oprah lives. It was absolutely fantastic. I have never had this much fun on a date.

At the end of the date, Ian asked me if he could kiss me. I thought about Jess and Cheryl and Ithought about them real hard and...I kissed Ian. And one thing lead to another...

Well, the routine of us going out to dinner then...kissing...became more and more frequent as the winter went on. I knew that Ian had had trouble in the past with treating women...questionably...so I laid down the law. I told him that if he thought he could use me for any of his own purposes and have wrapped around his finger like those other girls that fell all over themselves for him, he was sorely mistaken. I explained that if he was using me, I was also using him.

So, this is how it went for a while. Gradually, cheryl came to suspect that something was up between us. So, one night at a party, I found this guy who was a mechanic from WI two years older than I. We started dating soon after. Meanwhile, Ian tried to get with some soprano, with not much luck. So I dated mechanic boy.

Spring break rolls around and I go to Florida to see my family and the mechanic boy went to Puerto Vallarta with some of his friends or his family or something. And I actually started to miss him. So, when I got back, thinking I could be convincing, I played up these feelings to both cheryl and Ian. Ian immediately started yelling at me for really trivial things. We began to fight about nothing really. Cheryl told us that she was going to leave the roon for 10 minutes and when she came back, we'd have to have our differences resolved.

So, Ian and I fought, and I finally just demanded for him to tell me what was wrong. And he did. He looked me in the eyes and said "Allie, I have loved you since the day I met you". Not knowing what to say to remedy the situation and avoid confrontation with Cheryl and the mechanic, I said the only thing I could: "I love you, too". Of course I quickly added that I couldn't be with him right now and left the room.

So, the mechanic figured something was up that week and took me on a walk at night along the lakefront. We were sitting out on the pier looking at th eskyline whe he said 'I love you, Allie.' I got sick to my stomach and said 'Thank you.' I made him take me home and leave.

So, I went to be with Ian. We were honest with both Cheryl and the mechanic. Cheryl was extremely angry for a while and she moved out of our dorm room and refused to speak to me for 3 months. But she came around and we're better friends now. I've asked her to be teh maid of honor in mine and Ian's wedding. I haven't seen or heard from the mechanic since that night.

As for Ian and I, we're discussing engagement and personally, I never thought it was possiblee to love someone this much!

So how was that for an epic story?

*sigh* Such beautiful stories. Isnt is funny, how looking back, you see how truly dramatic falling in love really was?

I will tell you mine, and how stupid I was in the beginning not to see it!

I met my future husband on our school bus, he had just moved to the neighborhood next to my house. We would talk with a group of other people, and then I got my first car, and he made me an offer I couldn't refuse: He would repair my car, tune it up, change the oil, whatever it needed in exchange for rides to school. He was my best friends brothers best friend, so I knew he was a mechanic. And he was good at it. We were only juniors in high school at the time, so I agreed. He rode to school with me every morning, and came home every afternoon. My parents were way too comfortable with that, and if I wanted to go somewhere and I would be going further than a 15 mile radius from home, they insisted that I take him with me. It started to get annoying! But I did it, and he was a good friend, and he did just about anything for me. He watched me go through boyfriends, and never said a word to me about how he felt. Then one day, I was really upset over something that had happened, and he said something, and I just saw him in this whole new light. By this time I had stubbornly given up dating. I refused to admit that I liked him, let alone, maybe loved him. I was bound and determined to go along that everything was normal and fine. Then this girl that was a sister of one of our mutual friends, admitted that she liked him. And she really was a trash bag. She would have just stomped on his heart and left him. But they started flirting....and it drove me nuts! I wanted to rip her hair out by the roots when she hung all over him. She was still a tomboy, so there wasnt much hair to yank out because she kept it short. I was and still am a girly girl. I wore my hair in curls, but I wasnt a snob. She suddenly saw me as a threat! And he would talk about her....arghhhh....I was so jealous. I can admit it. I was jealous. There was a valentines dance coming up, and he wasnt the type to go....he was a tough guy...a bad boy...he wore the jinco pants, listened to limp bizkit and slipknot...and he really was hot. Not the grunge kind of look, but the bad boy look....and he was hot. So, somehow, I managed to dare him to go to this dance. And when he showed up at my friends house, I didnt hardly recognize him, he cleaned up so well, and looked so handsome. So, we go to this dance...and the trash bag is all over him and her sister is talking about what a great butt he has, and I was furious. He went with me, as my date. That night, we left the dance and I dropped my best friend off at her house with the intention to come back and stay the night with her. That didnt happen. He was reluctant to get out of the car...and I was reluctant to let him. And thats when sparks flew. Eventually, he got out of the car and went home. And I went home.
Two days later, we found out he had to move. Everyday for a month, I pulled into that driveway and saw that sign, and everyday, I was more depressed. Then he moved, and I only saw him at school. It was awful. But my sister...the little instigator, managed to find out where he was living, and get his number. And she ended up getting us to talk again. And he admitted that he liked me. After that, about a week later, I got sick and ended up in the hospital. And we talked every night until I went home, and then we talked on the phone once I was home. And the first day of school our senior year was the first time we had seen eachother since all of that had transpired. And the first time he held me, I knew he was the one.
We will be married for 1 year on August 7, and it will 5 years together that same day. And I still get chills when he holds me.

I met my bf through a personal ad. I had just came out of a really bad relationship and was all set to just be on my own. My best friend had met a really special guy on the internet and seen the add and told me to call him. He was new to the area and was a horse person. That caught my friend's eye, and she told me ao call. I told her I would not respond to an add. She finally convinced me and I called and left a message. I was about to give up, and then I got a call and we talked for hours. We had so much in commom so we decided to meet. I was a nervous wreck, as I did not even know how to act after 15 years! I was so nervous I even drank a beer at noon to calm my nerves..... When I first seen him, we met in a public place ( I was paranoid) I thought, HOLY COW! What a babe! We went to see my horse, and than we cruised for a bit and I showed him the area. I then felt very comfortable and invited him to my place. We talked for hours, and ended up kissing on the couch like a couple of school kids (we are in out 40's) We have not been apart since that day. 4 months later I moved in with him and am still here. I hate to be aways from him, he is my security blanket!!!!
I cannot tell you how grateful I am to my friend for pushing me!

The short version? We met at his church, and wound up going out.....the longer version? When we met at his church, I was "sort of" seeing another guy...our bass player....our first "date" was on the Friday night after we met....and I wound up having dinner sitting between the two of them!!!!

Pat and I met at work. When I first started working there I was engaged to another guy. Pat thought I was cute, but taken, so he didn't pursue anything. I couldn't stand him...I was told that he had a bad reputation as a womanizer and everything he ever said to me seemed to confirm the rumor.

A few months later, my engagement broke off. It had been a horrible relationship that dragged on longer than it should have. I was glad to be out of it and swore I would NOT get into another relationship anytime soon. I knew I needed time to heal. I was dating a few people, but nothing exclusive and nothing serious.

Pat and I were assigned to work on a the grand opening of a store together. As the project went on, I got to know him a little better and found out he wasn't as bad as I had thought. He asked me to go for a quick drink with him one night, and I couldn't really find a way out of it. We had a great time and I hadn't laughed like that in the LONGEST time. I was headed out with some friends, so he walked me to my car and unexpectedly gave me a kiss. I was shocked and not sure what to make of it. He was NOT what I wanted...he was seven years older, divorced with a son, living at home with his parents, and we had NOTHING in common.

He called me at work on Monday and asked me out the following weekend. I had a job acting at the Renaissance Faire that summer, and my first rehearsal was that Saturday, but I reluctantly agreed to go out with him afterwards. It ended up raining ALL day, and I had stage combat rehearsal that day, so by the time I got home I was cold, wet, stiff, and sore. I tried to call him to cancel, but he was already on his way. So I jumped into a quick shower, tied my hair up (still wet), slapped on a little makeup, got dressed, and dashed out the door. We ended up having the BEST time and stayed out talking until 3 am.

After the second date I stopped seeing other people. We moved in together almost a year later, and twelve years after the first date I almost didn't go on, I married him. He's the most wonderful man (and not a womanizer at all )!

Awww I love reading all of these stories!! more more more! lol

February 26, 1993, my girlfriend and I were out at the bars dancing. I think I saw him first, he was playing pool. He is 6'3" and tall and lean. He says he saw me first! Well we got to talking, and really hit it off. He gave me a ride home that night, the only time I have ever trusted a "stranger" like that.

The next night we went out dancing, and I found him to be totally charming and wonderful. After 3 days I called my best friend and told her that within a year I would either be married to this man, or she could slap me and call me stupid! About the same time, he was calling a close friend and telling her he was "impressed" with me. She says she knew it had to be serious, because she never knew him to be so talkative about anyone before.

Honestly, I believe God put John into my life to watch out for me and my kids! John has been the best thing that ever happened to me. We were married September 25, 1993. I love him more today than I did the day I married him!

This is a fun thread to read.

Viewpoint: once I saw a Barbara Streisand special about how she met her current husband, and it was totally romantic-a love at first site story. As I sat there teary eyed, staring at the TV, thinking it sounded just like our story, John said, "What a load of crap."

I love all the stories they are so sweet! Here's mine... I met my fiance 3 years ago online. I was in a chat room, bored and a little bit tipsy. I started hounding him because of his goofy screen name then I looked at his picture and sent him a private message. He thought I was a guy at first because in his words "I was being so mean" Anyway we started talking and before either of us knew it we had talked all night. The next night I waited for him online and he ended up calling me that night. I found out unfortunatly that he lived in North Dakota and I live in Texas but we kept chatting and talking on the phone most every night for the entire summer. (It was the summer after his senior year of high school and my sophmore year of college) Anyway in the fall he went off to job corps for a year an a half during which time we both talked and got really close. We ended up falling deeply in love with each other and also our wonderful God. After he left job corps we finally got the chance to meet! He packed a bag hopped on a bus and rode three days down here to me with a ring in his pocket. He proposed to me the day we met face to face. Of course I said yes. Its been over a year since then and things have been great. We are planning on getting married soon... we had set the date for March of 2005 but we had to change it for a few reasons.

The only weird thing was that he was/is a cat lover... never in my life had I been around a cat im a dog person. Now we have three and they are slowly winning me over hehe jk I love my lil Stormy!

well I'm not feeling particularly sentimental today because me and bf are in the midst of the biggest struggle of both of our lives, but they way we met was good.

I was about 20 and working at a fast food chain through college, he was 17 and started working there after school for extra money. From the first moment I saw him I thought he was the hottest guy in the world, young or not. I told everyone that I was in love with him, even my current bf at the time. Everyone pretty much got sick of my craziness. He never knew though. So flash forward a couple of years, I'm almost 24 and I'm out of school and unemployed and one of my friends had a christmas cookie making party which I attended mainly because I was bored. While there that guy stopped by. We were both newly single and sparks flew instantly. It wasn't until later that we found out that the cookie maker had set us up!! We have been inseperable ever since, for about 1 1/2 yrs.

Oh an our first date, it was Christmas Eve 2003, and we went out with friends to a bar, then he took me to the grave of his dead best friend, then we sat at a scenic overlook and talked--no really, we just talked--for hours. I think I got home at 5am xmas morning..

Thank you Amy.
Be grateful for every moment that you have with a loved one...including your cats.

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Absolutely. I'm so sorry your story had to end too soon

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Well I've been with my boyfriend for a total of about 16 months. We met at primary school but I thought he was yucky then.

Somehow I missed this thread, and I'm such a sucker for romance!

I met my bf just over two years ago. I got a job as the receptionist at this SFX house. It was crazy, it was totally male dominated and they were all stressed from this film they'd come off of. One day during a power outage I started talking to Kirby, we had a lot in common, we liked comics, anime, kung-fu movies, we were both geeks basically. After that we started trading Anime and I would go talk to him in the back room. The weird thing was -- I thought he was shy (a bunch of the other men there were TOTAL flirts), but later I learned he is not shy AT ALL -- he was just shy around me!

Meanwhile I still crack up when I remember his face when he learned I was almost 21, he thought I was 16!

He came to my B-day party where one of my friends was NOT shy about shoving him at me and told me that if I didn't date him she wanted him. We hung out at a big SFX convention. And then one day I got up the courage to ask what he was up to after work, we went to eat at a Shabu Shabu restaurant (basically Japanese version of Fondue) and I all but moved in that first day.

It was also funny because he bragged that he had this big apartment that he usually had to himself because his roommates commuted from NoCal. We hooked up at the worse time, not only were his two roommates always around (nice guys but who are even older than Kirby, who is 6 years older than me) PLUS a crazy friend who normally lived in Germany, had been in a coma for 8 months, and was now literally insane and spent his days watching BET on their couch (and occasionally working for them).