How did you and significant other meet?

Late sixties
I’m around twenty
Been passing for mid-twenties for some time, thanks to my ruddy Irish completion


I'm sitting on a barstool at The Hello Bar, Houston TX
Trying to focus on the face in the mirror behind the bar

The barmaid handed me the phone
My buddy George's girlfriend asked me over
Said there was a girl at her place I should meet

Grabbed a cab

Met what could be the lady of my life
We just sat at the kitchen table, most the night

We moved in together

Together for some months
‘Some months’ never happened before
Not intended
It just happened

Got a bit claustrophobic
Didn’t actually realize it, as I wasn’t in tune with feelings
I’d been thru wimin and wimin had been thru me at a rather short/fast rate

Needed to be free…er
Told her I was taking some time off, going on a trip with some guys
‘It’s an annual thing’

She didn’t say much
She probably felt the same way I did

Packed a few things
Grabbed my buddy, George, and off we went

Gonna hit the Pacific coast, about 1200 miles west
Time to drive….breathe

My heart was sinking, but my mind fought back
We were done
She won’t be there whenever I get back

Found a beach
There were around 12 of us
Met some ladies
Built a huge bonfire

Ate like pigs
Drank like preteens
Swam in the ocean
Cranked up the tunes

I’d done this a few times before, and had a great time

Not this time

Grabbed George

Headed home

We normally took turns driving
I drove all the way
Straightened some curves

The only thing this trip did for me was show me who I needed, wanted more than anything

Got back into Houston
Dropped George off

Drove into the gravel drive of the garage apartment on Munger her and I both loved
It sat nicely nestled under the huge pecan trees
We’d lay under them, on the random edged lawn after dark, discovering chiggers

When I got off work, grime from head to toe, hard hat hair do, dried sweat, grease, and just plain filthy, I couldn’t even get outa the truck….here she’d come,
running,
cutoff jeans,
my shirt,
tied at the waist,
no shoes
…..and throw herself into my grubby arms

These thoughts crowded my mind as I threw my bag of clothes over my shoulder
and trudged up the garage apartment stairs

I so missed her
My heart literally ached
Wonder where she is….
….who she’s with

Half way up the stairs a heavenly aroma enveloped me
Shrimp gumbo
I opened the door

My lady, my gorgeous, comely, lovely lady ran into my arms

That was almost fifty years ago

Thru the various events of those years, years that usually harden couples…..nothing’s changed
 

November 1965. I was a sophomore in high school,he was a senior and new to our school. I was sitting on the floor in the English wing waiting for my then boyfriend to get back to school after driving me to school in his grandmother`s car(it was pouring rain that day). He walked up to his locker,right next to mine,and started talking to me. I was attracted immediately.We were in the middle of a long conversation when I looked up to see my then boyfriend standing against the lockers on the other side,just staring at us. I think he knew what was happening.

We got engaged a year later and then married in December of my senior year. Our only regret,that we laugh about all the time,is that we didn`t know each other earlier in our lives....:love:

As for the then boyfriend,he ended up marrying a friend of mine. It only lasted a year or two though-he had a huge drinking problem apparently.
 
December 1961 before Christmas I was with Navy buddies out drinking and having fun. Stopped into a bar that had a dance floor on the 2nd. floor We got a fifth set up of rum [ a fifth set up is a 750 liter of rum 6 cokes and a bucket of ice] & went upstairs.

Several girls were there. Not a dancer I managed to get up the nerve to dance because this fantastic built like a brick $hit house blonde came over and asked me to dance.

We danced & talked & made a date for the following Saturday night. When I wanted to see her more often the kicker was she could meet me there to dance but going to the base to watch a movie needed a chaperone. We couldn't sit on the balcony of her parents house without the blinds being open.

58 years ago in mid February 1962 we decided to get married. Married in early march 1962.It comes down to when you know you know.
 
Standing at a counter in a local junkyard with my buddy trying to find a fuel pump for my hearse. Looking out into the yard, I see a 57 chevy convertible up on blocks. As I'm watching, I see a pair of purple hot pants and white go-go boots emerging from under the back of said car. I poke my pal Jake and tell him, "If that's a dude, I'm asking him out" :ROFLMAO: Ended up being a girl (thank goodness);).
3 weeks later, we were married. 48 years and counting. (y)
 
I was 17 and on a multi-ranch cattle drive in southwestern Colorado. That evening at the chuckwagon supper I noticed a handsome guy with his shirt off that had a nice physique. I asked my cousin if she knew if he was a cousin or not. She signaled for him to come over and she interrogated him and he spilled his family history, (so no waterboarding in the stock tank was necessary) and we could find no blood relation. Finding a handsome guy that met all my criteria that wasn't a cousin, was difficult in those parts.

A few dates later he proposed and I accepted. A near-future wedding date was set and then I lost my virginity. We were married for a year, I got pregnant and then 7 months later the baby was born perfectly formed but with weak lungs. She lived for an hour in an incubator then after dying she was brought for me to hold. I did. Then she was offered to my husband and he freaked out, ran out of the room, out to his pickup, and shot himself. I began my widowhood that has lasted 52 years this month.

I had a close call about 12 years later and was engaged after knowing this seemingly perfect guy for a while. I got word he was cheating with a gal that had boobs 3 to 4 cup sizes larger than mine. He fell asleep after a night of drinking, so I applied super glue to the top of his thingy and held it for a few seconds on his belly. Woke him up handed him his robe and dropped him off at the ER. He didn't press charges since his mother loved me and took my side.

I was very successful in staying a widow legally but at age 65 one of my old neighbors 80 was a widower and a retired paramedic saw me have one of my drop attacks I had back then. He carried me inside and I was burning up so I had him cut my sports shorts and bra off and wipe me down with a cold rag. He then called a friend and she took over.

It was a few days after that, I took him to a thank you dinner. On arriving at his house he asked me inside and I noted it was about 80 degrees in there. He wanted me to stay and watch bull riding with him on TV so I did but only after I took off my dress and was in my bra and panties. After all, he had seen me nude. I keep my house at 68 so it was suffering hot in there. I hugged and kissed him in the heat of the moment and things escalated from there. The young neighbors rumored that we were doing the uglies and I was his wifey, I had no idea what a wifely was not being versed in the urban dictionary. I did deny doing the uglies because what we were doing was beautiful. He died about 4 years ago.
 
went to (or sneaked into a party) where there was a really cute guy playing the guitar and singing. Later, I found he had a little brother. Went on a stalking mission at school. I must be a really good spy. We were only fifteen, could not drive yet. There were a few that were sixteen and driving in our class. Walked to a party, he was there, went for a drive with one of the kids who could drive. We all had to squeeze into that truck. Guess who's lap I sat in and the rest is history
 
I met my wife several months after divorcing my first wife. Met Susan in a cowboy bar that I visited occasionally "The Lost Dog Saloon". She was visiting from New York City, and had just closed on a house that her sister, and brother in law (who was a part time bouncer at the bar) wanted, but couldn't afford, so she helped them out by going in halves until they could buy her out. Well I noticed her, and asked her to dance, apparently Jeff the BIL was kicking her under the table while she was saying she didn't really dance. Had one slow dance, and she just kind of melted into me. She came home with me that night, and I took her to her plane the next day. We did long distance for a year, and then she moved out here, and in with me. That was 33yrs ago.
 
How much time do you have?

I lived in Tampa and used to go out to the clubs when I was in my 20's. There was this cute guy that I noticed. He was Filipino, and Filipinos were very rare in Central Florida in the 80's. I was with someone at the time, so that was that.

Fast forward several years when I moved to Miami. I was in a club and saw him again. He came over to talk to me. I told him I remembered him from a club in Tampa. He's thinking "sure". Then I said I remembered that he used to wear white shorts and a sweater vest. (It was the 80's and he was Preppy.) He was freaked out and thought I was a stalker. I just have a good memory.

Turns out, I had moved to Miami for my career and he had moved there go to college. He grew up in Central Florida just like I did.

We exchanged phone numbers and I invited him to a movie over Labor Day Weekend 1991. He came to my place on Saturday and we talked into the wee hours of the morning. We missed the movie. He left on Monday. He called it the "walk of shame".:ROFLMAO: He moved in with me in October, and the rest is history. We clicked intellectually and emotionally from the beginning, and after so much time together that is what really counts.

I've posted these pics before, but this is us when we first met and now. Over 30 years together.

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dseag2 said:
How much time do you have?

I lived in Tampa and used to go out to the clubs when I was in my 20's. There was this cute guy that I noticed. He was Filipino, and Filipinos were very rare in Central Florida in the 80's. I was with someone at the time, so that was that.

Fast forward several years when I moved to Miami. I was in a club and saw him again. He came over to talk to me. I told him I remembered him from a club in Tampa. He's thinking "sure". Then I said I remembered that he used to wear white shorts and a sweater vest. (It was the 80's and he was Preppy.) He was freaked out and thought I was a stalker. I just have a good memory.

Turns out, I had moved to Miami for my career and he had moved there go to college. He grew up in Central Florida just like I did.

We exchanged phone numbers and I invited him to a movie over Labor Day Weekend 1991. He came to my place on Saturday and we talked into the wee hours of the morning. We missed the movie. He left on Monday. He called it the "walk of shame".:ROFLMAO: He moved in with me in October, and the rest is history. We clicked intellectually and emotionally from the beginning, and after so much time together that is what really counts.

I've posted these pics before, but this is us when we first met and now. Over 30 years together.

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handsome then and handsome now, I think you should both call it the walk of fame!! A rare thing to find each other again, not everyone is so lucky or should I say blessed!!
 
Jack London Saloon, Glen Ellen, CA

Way back when, the ol’ saloon still utilized a vintage brass cash register, and California’s “Three Strikes” law didn’t exist; I bartended.

“He” happened to wander into the secluded, rustic town of Glen Ellen, by providence; and into Jack London’s Saloon for an early morning breakfast, at my bar.

We married within the year.
 
PamfromTx said:
Where did Pepper go? I'm still waiting to hear her story.
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Actually, Pam, I told it before. My former boyfriend, with whom I remained close friends with, tried continually to hook me up with his new roommate. Ex said "you two are made for each other and you're both old!" (I was nine years older, cradle-robbing me). So he never let up and each time I said I would show up I didn't. So, after weeks of this, I did show up at the appointed time. My to-be husband assumed I wouldn't come, so he decided to take a bath. As in many older buildings in NYC the bathtub was in the kitchen and in this case was also opposite the front door. I arrived, my to-be husband stood up in the tub to greet me. We shook hands and he said "Pleased to meet you."

The End or should I say The Beginning? ;)
 
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How I met my late husband:

We had mutual friends. He had graduated from college, left the seminary and joined the Army; he was stationed in California.

He was home on leave, but I was away on vacation, so we were not going to be able to meet. I came home early for a funeral, though, and we squeezed two dates in, once going out with the friends and once just us.

He went back to Cali and I went back to college. The next time we saw each other was two days before our wedding.

We had 37 years together before his untimely death.
 
How did you and significant other meet?
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We were both in jail when we met.






I should mention, we were working there in jail, as staff members of the Sheriff's dept. Sorry, had to try to milk that for what little it was worth. ;)

I worked in maintenance, she was a records clerk in the med clinic. We met in the officer's dining room, at the salad bar. I struck up a conversation, she quickly mentioned something about her boyfriend....so that was that. :whistle:
Sometime later on, after she ditched the boyfriend, we dated and it was on.
Because we each had a couple too many prior marriages / divorces we decided to take it slow. We courted for three years, before I got down on one knee and proposed. Going on 20 years, next May.
 
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