How did you meet your partner?

Jazzy1

Jazzy1

Got A Cracker?
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Adirondack Region NY
I've reached a point in life where I am happy alone. I love my life and I’m “getting out there” not particularly to meet a partner, more to enjoy life and meet people.

But I'd like to hear your story of how you met your partner. Were you friends in school for many years? Were you working a bar and they came in each weekend? Did you meet via family or friends?

Please share your story.
 

We met in 1972, through mutual friends. I'd ended a relationship with a guy who got together with our friend, Charles and another guy who I'd never met. They got together regularly, at a place that had a restaurant and separate pub. It had well-known Jazz musicians/singers.

I said to the old b/f .. "now, I can go to the club too!" As soon as I met the o/h, I knew he was "the one"
 
I've been divorced for many years but the woman I was married to I met at a local bar. I'd actually hung out with her sister a few times but never dated her but sure tried, I had no idea they were sisters until I picked her up for that first date. Awkward moment for sure. They actually got in a nasty screaming fight before we left on our date, not over me but typical sister BS. That should have been my clue to run but my brain had short circuited over the entire scenerio.
 
Me and my buddy Jake were standing at the counter of a junkyard waiting for them to fetch a fuel pump for my 49 Pontian hearse. (I was living in it at the time). Looking out into the yard, I see a red primer 57 Chevy convertible setting up on blocks. Then, crawling out from under the rear comes a pair of purple hot pants and white go-go boots followed by some long blonde hair.

I nudged my buddy and said... "Jake, if that's a guy, I'm asking him out". It wasn't a guy, and 3 weeks later, we were married in
a simple ceremony at city hall on my lunch break. A week after that, the hearse went down the road. :)
That was 53 years ago and although the convertible is gone, we still own and cruise in a 57 Chevy and other fast cars. 👩‍❤️‍👨


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squatting dog said:
Me and my buddy Jake were standing at the counter of a junkyard waiting for them to fetch a fuel pump for my 49 Pontian hearse. (I was living in it at the time). Looking out into the yard, I see a red primer 57 Chevy convertible setting up on blocks. Then, crawling out from under the rear comes a pair of purple hot pants and white go-go boots followed by some long blonde hair.

I nudged my buddy and said... "Jake, if that's a guy, I'm asking him out". It wasn't a guy, and 3 weeks later, we were married in
a simple ceremony at city hall on my lunch break. A week after that, the hearse went down the road. :)
That was 53 years ago and although the convertible is gone, we still own and cruise in a 57 Chevy and other fast cars. 👩‍❤️‍👨


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Now thats a great story!
 
Great story Squatting Dog! Does she still have the purple hot pants and white go-go boots?

C50 said:
I've been divorced for many years but the woman I was married to I met at a local bar. I'd actually hung out with her sister a few times but never dated her but sure tried, I had no idea they were sisters until I picked her up for that first date. Awkward moment for sure. They actually got in a nasty screaming fight before we left on our date, not over me but typical sister BS. That should have been my clue to run but my brain had short circuited over the entire scenerio.
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That's been my problem all along!

First husband: I was at an opening day college assembly when a big group of boys walked in. I said to my roommate, "See the one in the blue shirt? I'm going to marry him," and I did. Incredibly handsome, cool, walked like a panther, 100% self-centered.

Second husband: He was a customer. I was a teller at the Credit Union on an Air Force base. I waited on about 100 men every day. Plus my computer screen told me their age, marital status, and account balance. The perfect situation for husband shopping.
 
I met my late husband when I was in college. He had already graduated and was in the Army out in California attending the Defense Language Institute. A girl I had gone to high school with, who lived in my dorm, had dated him and was writing to him. She had a new boyfriend and didn't want to write to him any longer and said, "You guys would really hit it off. I'm going to tell him to start writing to you!"

She did and he did. When he came home on leave that summer, we had two dates and then headed back to opposite coasts. Nine months later, we got married, having not seen each other at all during that time, just talking on the phone and writing letters.

The current one, the Spousal Equivalent? We met the old-fashioned way...LOL...a dating app.
 
squatting dog said:
Me and my buddy Jake were standing at the counter of a junkyard waiting for them to fetch a fuel pump for my 49 Pontian hearse. (I was living in it at the time). Looking out into the yard, I see a red primer 57 Chevy convertible setting up on blocks. Then, crawling out from under the rear comes a pair of purple hot pants and white go-go boots followed by some long blonde hair.

I nudged my buddy and said... "Jake, if that's a guy, I'm asking him out". It wasn't a guy, and 3 weeks later, we were married in
a simple ceremony at city hall on my lunch break. A week after that, the hearse went down the road. :)
That was 53 years ago and although the convertible is gone, we still own and cruise in a 57 Chevy and other fast cars. 👩‍❤️‍👨


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married 53 years after only knowing each other for 3 weeks...wow! That has to earn some kudos for you both....:love:
 
Incredibly, I met both of my husbands in the same pub.... about 16 years apart...

I was friends with my second husband for about 10 years before we got married... not dating..just friends.. he was with someone, and so was I...

I thought I knew him..... even after 25 years of marriage I learned stuff about him I never could have imagined... I never knew him at all ..like i thought I did
 
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I met my now-ex when we both lived in a graduate school dorm; we'd both moved from the Northeast to the Midwest, hence the dorm. His roommate introduced us. That very first day we met we got chatting about music, and he mentioned one of his favorite songs was Eric Clapton's "Please Be With Me," which is one of my favorite songs. I jokingly blurted out, "Oh, we should get married then, because I want that song played at my wedding!"

That is very much unlike me; I never make that sort of joke.

I had major trust issues when I met him, so we were friends for a couple of years first, and then a couple for just over a year, then got engaged and married. And he shattered my trust about 20 years later by confirming that—for me, at least (not others)—there in fact is no such thing as unconditional love.

And we never did have "Please Be With Me" played at our wedding! Maybe that jinxed us. 😏

It's nice reading about how others' marriages do indeed involve unconditional love and have stood the test of time. 🥰
 
His organization set up a branch in my home town. My last boyfriend had been required to return to his country. We ran into each other around town at the local pub and mostly with our involvement in community theater. He did publicity. I did scenery. We dated and married when he got a promotion to another state.
 
Christmas party. I saw her come in . Later saw her talking with someone I knew and asked about her. Later on the next week I found out she had quizzed him with the same question. We actually began talking about 3:15 am-- went to my apt about 7 am-- more or less she never left.
I'm a very lucky guy-- come Dec it will be 43 years.
 
My last romantic partner became my second husband. I used to see him around town and thought he was the finest (handsomest) man I'd ever seen in person. When me and a co-worker rode past his business while in the field and he was standing outside, I mentioned how fine I thought he was and my co-worker said he was an old army buddy and would introduce us. Sometime later, we went to his store and that was when we were formally introduced. I mostly listened to their conversation during which I got a sense of what a nice man he was.
 
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KSav said:
And he shattered my trust about 20 years later by confirming that—for me, at least (not others)—there in fact is no such thing as unconditional love.
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In my experience, there in fact is no such thing as unconditional love. Even a vow made in earnest holds little sway when one or both partners become miserable.

Other than my children, I love nobody unconditionally. And even with them, if the relationship became toxic I would distance myself from them.
 
hollydolly said:
married 53 years after only knowing each other for 3 weeks...wow! That has to earn some kudos for you both....:love:
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I've had people saying how much they admire the way we seem so compatible and happy . My reply is always... " you should have been around the first 10 years". That was the adjustment period. :)
 
My wife and I both lost our spouses about the same time. We had separately joined a grief recovery chat room to get help and help others with loss.
I was struck with how caring and sensitive she was with everyone in the chat room.
At one point, she asked me where I lived, and it turned out we lived 40 miles apart. I suggested we meet for lunch half way, and we had a nice lunch together. As I walked her to her car, I said, "I would like to see you again"
WE were married a year and a half later on the Island of Santorini 18 years ago. :D
 

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