Where did you meet your significant other half?
And who did most of The pursuing?
What age were you when you met each other?
Did you know straight away ,that you were going to be husband and wife or boyfriend and girlfriend.
Or even girlfriend and girlfriend, boyfriend and boyfriend?
Sorry, on my OP I meant ,where did you meet your significant other half.?
On a blind date, organised by a friend, but I had seen him before, he was one of the crowd we went with. Friend’s boyfriend mates…
My first husband it was outside The Flask in Hampstead. I was with a group of mates, he was sat on the bench opposite. He winked at me, I fell in lust!
The current incumbent was more of a slow burn over a year or so. He was a neighbour, we chatted, got to know each other, he did a couple of things to help me in the garden, we went to pubs, out for a meal, did our Tescos shopping together
Then one evening we were watching telly on my sofa and he really did do that thing where they rest their arm on the back of the sofa, then let it slip down over your shoulder. Silly, ridiculous man.
I looked at his face and he was so nervous, “is this OK” but still wanting it very much and I knew I could never disappoint that hopeful little face and that it really was OK and it would be for ever
That didn’t stop me taking the p out of him, of course, and I’ve been doing it ever since but he is my beloved!
I met Mrs Bread at one of our gigs. It was her first night out for 2 years since she split with her partner.
I sat in at the end on the next table as her and her friend and got chatting. We had our first date on the 13th March 2014 and been together ever since. Neither of us had dated for over 2 years, neither of us looking for a relationship or anything, just by chance got chatting and hit it off famously.
I met her and her older sister at a registry office when my uncle married their mother, and the three of us became cousins.
A year after the wedding, the younger girl took to holding my hand whenever we were together. I found out shortly afterwards that for some inexplicable reason, she had a crush on me which was very sweet, but also exceedingly embarrassing because when we met she was only eleven and I was twenty one.
Despite the age difference, the girls and I became close friends, and often hung out together to do out own thing.
By the time they were in their mid-teens, they were rapidly on their way to becoming very attractive young ladies, each with admirers their own age. I always believed that one day some handsome boy her own age would turn the younger girl’s head, and her feelings for me would fade away. I was wrong.
When she was seventeen, she asked me if I “wanted to go serious” with her, and to the surprise of absolutely nobody on either side of our family, we started dating.
We got engaged the following year, and married the year after that. At the time she was still a teenager and I was pushing thirty.
We have been happily married now for over thirty-eight years, with never a cross word between us.
As for, when did I know she was the one, I can’t remember the date, but I do remember the exact moment with absolute clarity.
I have always been close to my uncle, so after after he remarried I found myself thinking, “I’ll go and see my uncle and his new family.”
A few years later I found myself thinking, “I’ll go and see my cousins and my uncle and aunt.”
Then one day, perhaps when she was till sixteen, or just after she turned seventeen I found myself thinking, “I’ll go and visit Miss Fruitcake and her family,” and that pulled me up short with a start, realising she had become the reason for my visits.
I can only assume she had realised this which is why she asked me out.
I met my first husband when he secured our boat to a mooring on the Norfolk Broads and I met my second husband at the theatre.
When I was promoted to another department at work, my wife was then an admin clerk for the head manager. We met shortly after I joined and thanks to some office matchmaking, we started going out and that was it.
Here is one you might like (not about me). About my grandparents who’s families were totally unrelated until they got married.
My Nana and Grandad first met when they went to church and were christened on the same day, one straight after the other as babies. My Great Grandma was still undecided on a name for my Nana, but when she saw all the ivy growing on the church as she arrived, she decided there and then on the name. My Nana was christened Ivy.
They went to the same church for Sunday school for years and became friends, eventually becoming a relationship in their late teens and then getting married… at the same church.
The church, after many years, was decommissioned and bought by a funeral directors. Their first customer, was my grandad who died about 20 years ago, followed by my nana who died about 5 years later.
We were in college working in the same retail store. He was in the record department, across the aisle from me in domestics, forever folding linens. I was months from graduating college.
One night after work, I lingered outside chatting with a friend who asked me why I wasn’t dating. I replied that I was singularly focused on graduating and had no interest in college guys who were forever partying, bragging about their drinking and their conquests.
Just then my eventual husband walked up and my friend asked him he he was going out. “No, I am headed home. I went to this fantastic party last night with this gorgeous brunette and we got carried away with tequila shots.” As he walked away, I pointed at his back and said to my friend, “That’s exactly why I’m not dating.”
He chased me persistently, even after I graduated and took a position in Chicago, until I eventually gave in.
Sometimes NOT love at first sight works too 
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He was one of the crowd that used to commute to London every morning together. So I suppose it’s fair to say I met him on the train! I think it’s also fair to say that it was clear we both fancied each other, but we were each waiting for the other one to make a move. He made the first move when he offered me a lift home one night, then reached across me to open the car door, saying it got stuck sometimes (I found out later it didn’t 
). But, still, it put him in a good position to have a bit of a smooch 
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I met V at a singles party about 6 weeks after my 1st marriage broke down.
On line 22 years ago.
I haven’t had time to read all of these posts, given every one a 
as in thanking you for posting, I will be back later to give every post a good old read…I love these sort of threads,.
A nice read ahead of me.
Many years ago a group of us decided to try to climb Helvellyn. Having come down again, some of us stopped on a bridge somewhere where Marge made a grab for me.
And it all developed from there.
Through a mutual friend of both of ours, a blind date.
We dated for years then got married, we have been married for 39 years.
1st time i saw my other half i was lying down on the floor in my brothers house as he daughter had passed away only 9 years old. we was waking her at home when my now wife came in with a friend of the family i took one look at her and thought wow why can’t i find such a good looking girl like her. it was some few weeks later when she was out with my sister in law and they came into the pub i was drinking in. My sister in law introduced her to me as this is Michelle we started chatting and i ended up going home with her. That was back in 1981 some 4 years later we got married 1985. and yes we are still happily married 37 years now 3 children and 9 grandchildren to date.
I just happened to meet Mrs M
My first husband was the most handsome exotic man who looked good on a horse .
Generally I would always look at the horse first .
My present husband was introduced to me by someone who worked for him he is also a lovely man .
I only feel the need to kill him once or twice a day 
It was fate. 
