How Did You Meet Your Spouse?

I was newly divorced and needed to work so I took a job at a jewelry store on the coast of California and loved it. I was walking the security dog, Bruce, one afternoon and I stopped to talk to a nice looking guy (too young for me!, 34 yrs. old) and struck up a conversation about the parrots he was babysitting and had perched on the back of a park bench in Laguna Beach, CA. He gave me his business card (A carpenter during the week) and I kept it for a month before I had the nerve to call him. When I did he was very nice on the phone, arrived on a motorcycle and we hit it off right away. That was 1990 and by 1994 we were husband and wife. Married 26 years this February. Wow, time does fly!
 

My dance partner decided that ballroom dancing was no longer her scene. The lady that taught us, our trainer and choreographer happened to know of a young lady who was without a partner. Somehow we clicked, but it would take some time before we clicked romantically. So glad we did. My lady used to loathe this photo, she was actually shaking hands with some latter day Lothario, of a dance judge, with an evil leer on his face. Our photographer doctored him out of the picture.

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Keesha said:
That’s exactly what my husband said when he first saw me. We worked at the same place and he had just had an interview and had come outside where I drove up on my motorcycle with pink high top runners. He said as soon as first spotted me he knew we were somehow going to be together.
Hes actually very intuitive and perceptive, especially considering he’s a man.
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Uh........read it again. 😊
 

We went to the same high school. I did editorial cartoons and hand-drawn ads for the school newspaper, but I told her I was one of the journalists and needed to interview her for the sports section - she was a star runner on the girl's Track & Field team. After the interview, I asked her out. Took her to dinner and a movie, and the paper actually featured my interview.
 
My present wife and I were widowed about the same time. I was told about a website called GROWW , which was a grief recovery site. I became quite active in it, as I had nothing else going on in my life.
I noticed there was another widowed person who was extremely caring and helpful to others. So one day in conversation, she asked where in the world I lived. I told her, and it turned out we lived 40 miles apart. I suggested we meet for lunch half way. We met, chatted, and as I walked her back to her car, I said the smartest thing in my life; "I would like to see you again.
We were married on the Island of Santorini a year and a half later, And we will be celebrating out 14 th anniversary in November.
 
bowmore said:
My present wife and I were widowed about the same time. I was told about a website called GROWW , which was a grief recovery site. I became quite active in it, as I had nothing else going on in my life.
I noticed there was another widowed person who was extremely caring and helpful to others. So one day in conversation, she asked where in the world I lived. I told her, and it turned out we lived 40 miles apart. I suggested we meet for lunch half way. We met, chatted, and as I walked her back to her car, I said the smartest thing in my life; "I would like to see you again.
We were married on the Island of Santorini a year and a half later, And we will be celebrating out 14 th anniversary in November.
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Now there's a tale to warm your heart. Men are not supposed to be romantic, what nonsense! Reading bowmore's story, I can just envisage two people, both bereaved, not really looking for love and yet love just sidles up to them and before you know it..............
 
My current boyfriend (man friend) was the electrician at our house when my husband passed. Nice, nice man. He has a daughter who is 35 and quite ill, still living at home. My kids have their own lives. He has a house and I have my own. I doubt if our relationship will go any further. He’s there for me I’m there for him. Life is good.
 
She and her friend were sitting a stool apart at a bar. We were waiting for the band to start. When they did it was a joke, so I said something to her. We talked like best friends from the start. I said I was going to sit in with the band a little later. I went outside and got in a big intellectual argument with some guy, and she came walking/balancing on a wood guard rail for about 20 ft. bent down and kissed me on the cheek and told me to come in now and play. We have been together after that moment for 30 years. :)

She ran into her friend years later and her friend wondered what ever happened to that weird guy she met that night. She told her that she was still with me. The girl friend was shocked! :eek: LOL
 
I was in high school. He was in the Army. His mother showed me a picture from his Army picture album. When he came home on leave, I first met him in the back seat of an Electra 225 with another girl. After he pushed her away, he turned to me and asked me to sing to him because his mother told me I had a nice voice. I wrote to him in Vietnam. I graduated. We dated and were married for 49 years.
 
Sylkkiss said:
I was in high school. He was in the Army. His mother showed me a picture from his Army picture album. When he came home on leave, I first met him in the back seat of an Electra 225 with another girl. After he pushed her away, he turned to me and asked me to sing to him because his mother told me I had a nice voice. I wrote to him in Vietnam. I graduated. We dated and were married for 49 years.
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I love that you sang to him. I bet he kept that in his mind the whole time he was gone.
 
I first saw my wife at a nice GastHaus restaurant/bar in Germany. I had stopped there for a meal and a beer, and she was one of the waitresses. I was instantly attracted, and we had a few words while she was serving. We agreed to meet a couple days later and have a meal together. Our Dates became quite frequent, she invited me to meet her parents, and before long we were married. That was over 57 years ago.
 
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Young lovers, it really is me.
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Silver wedded. Note the beard.
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Ruby wedded, still dancing, always dancing.
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Golden couple, fifty years, I would have been out quicker for murder.
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Just before the pandemic. Still dancing, always dancing.
What a treasure she is, through all of life's trial and tribulations,
she has been the rock to which I cling.
 
My brother was in the Navy and asked if I wanted to write to his friend. I was 16 and in high school. After high school I moved down to the cities and he flew in for the weekend. He went overseas for 7 months and when he got back I flew to San Diego for a weekend. Quit my job, moved everything back up North to my small town and flew out to marry him at the age of 19. We had only spent 4 days together total, but many hours on the phone and many letters. That was 44 years ago.
 
I was a young man of 56. I was driving my little German sports car, with the top down, thru downtown *********. She was standing on the corner, wearing a mini skirt and thigh high boots. I had to stop at the red light, so she looked at me and smiled and said "Do you wanna have a good time?"
I said "Sure, how much?"
$50 she said
I replied, "Sorry, I don't work that cheap."
She laughed and got in the car.

Okay, so I made all that up, but the real story is, uh, boooring.
 
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