"You are the one for me", (my uncle Phillip told his future wife on the first occasion they met), anyone got a similar story?

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grahamg

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My uncle Phillip, who is now well into his nineties told my aunt, (who sadly died ten years ago), told his future wife she was the one for him on the first day they met, (at a local dance).

I cant tell you what my aunt thought or said, but she must have been impressed as they married a couple of years later, and lived a very happy married life until her debilitating stroke and needing to be cared for in a care home thereafter, until her death.

Have you a similar story to tell, or do you know other examples of this kind of instant reaction to meeting someone you prove to be well suited to? :unsure::unsure:
 

Seeing that my high school sweetheart became my husband, my story is very similar. We met at a school function when I was 15 and he was 17. First off I couldn't believe a Senior was actually talking to me. I remember going home for the longest time and writing in my diary about how much I loved this boy and how sweet he was and that he was the man I was going to marry. Now I did not tell him that right off the bat. It didn't take long though before we both knew we were thinking about heading down the aisle together as I ending up marrying him when I was 20 and he was 22 years old.
 
The day I met my husband we were with mutual friends driving to see one of the friend's cousins. As soon as this handsome guy got in the car I fell in love. When we got to where we were going he broke up with his girlfriend. Music was playing in the house where we were and he asked me to dance. Running Scared was playing and as soon as we started dancing he said to me That I fit perfectly in his arms. I was 15 and he was 16. We started dating that day and we got married when I turned 20 yrs old. We are married over 50yrs now.
 
My reaction was totally sexist. From a young age my wife has been, ahem, well endowed.
"She's nearly wearing that bikini," I told a friend as we watched her from a table at an open air swimming pool.

A few weeks later, my dance instructor introduced me to a new dance student. "She's very good," the instructor said. "We've met," replied the new student, "but the first time it wasn't my face he was looking at." Oh dear! She must have forgiven me, come May this year, we will have been husband & wife for 54 years.
 
I laid eyes on my future husband when he was 15 yrs. old, getting off the high school band bus with his saxophone. He didn't see me.
Said to my girlfriend and fellow drum majorette at the time -- " I am going to marry him! "

Met him in person the next weekend while at a regional football game ... cold day ... he offered to buy me some hot chocolate at the concession stand. ...
That was the beginning of 55 years together.
 
I met my husband on a blind date. A couple of days later, we had another date. Then, he went back to California (he was on leave from the Army, which he had joined after graduating from college and I was still in college on the east coast).

I wasn't all that impressed, but he said that as he flew west, "I'm going to marry that girl!"

We wrote letters and made phone calls, but never met again in person. A proposal ensued(actually more on my side than his) and he came home a couple of days before we got hitched. I actually had to go to the license bureau with a sergeant from the local army base to apply for a marriage license as military papers had to be produced and he couldn't get home in time to go together. At least we did get to go together to pick up the license after the 3-day waiting period. We managed to buy a couple of wedding bands and have lunch that day before dashing to the tux rental place. That summed up our in-person courtship. No time for any hanky-panky.

Wedding, a bit of a honeymoon, and he was off overseas with no idea when I could follow. Luckily, it wasn't long and I flew off to start marriage in Turkey for the next 2 1/2 years.

Shouldn't have worked out, but it did quite well for 37 years when fate and a bad heart snatched him away from me.
 
Both my wife an I were widowed, and we were both active in a grief recovery chat room helping other deal with their losses. One day she asked me where in the world I lived. It turned out we lived 40 miles apart and agreed to meet half way for lunch.
After a delightful lunch, I walked her back to her car. I said, "I would like to see you again". We were married on the island of Santorini and just celebrated out 14th anniversary.
 
OK @jujube -- Had a close friend who called me & said his roommate & I would be perfect together, so he wanted me to come over and I didn't show up. This happened repeatedly, I did not show up. Maybe because I knew I was leaving soon for grad school in Oxford. Anyway, one night I show up. My friend had a bathtub in the kitchen, which was directly opposite to the door. Since my future husband thought I wouldn't show up, as usual, he took a bath. I came in, and being the gentleman that he was he stood up at my entry, offered me his hand and said "Pleased to meet you." Then he finished his bath & we went out.
 
Pepper said:
OK @jujube -- Had a close friend who called me & said his roommate & I would be perfect together, so he wanted me to come over and I didn't show up. This happened repeatedly, I did not show up. Maybe because I knew I was leaving soon for grad school in Oxford. Anyway, one night I show up. My friend had a bathtub in the kitchen, which was directly opposite to the door. Since my future husband thought I wouldn't show up, as usual, he took a bath. I came in, and being the gentleman that he was he stood up at my entry, offered me his hand and said "Pleased to meet you." Then he finished his bath & we went out.
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There's nothing like inspecting the goods. But we lived in an era when, try before you buy, was all but prohibited.
 
Pepper said:
OK @jujube -- Had a close friend who called me & said his roommate & I would be perfect together, so he wanted me to come over and I didn't show up. This happened repeatedly, I did not show up. Maybe because I knew I was leaving soon for grad school in Oxford. Anyway, one night I show up. My friend had a bathtub in the kitchen, which was directly opposite to the door. Since my future husband thought I wouldn't show up, as usual, he took a bath. I came in, and being the gentleman that he was he stood up at my entry, offered me his hand and said "Pleased to meet you." Then he finished his bath & we went out.
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Did he at least have a towel? :oops::ROFLMAO:
 
grahamg said:
My uncle Phillip, who is now well into his nineties told my aunt, (who sadly died ten years ago), told his future wife she was the one for him on the first day they met, (at a local dance).

I cant tell you what my aunt thought or said, but she must have been impressed as they married a couple of years later, and lived a very happy married life until her debilitating stroke and needing to be cared for in a care home thereafter, until her death.

Have you a similar story to tell, or do you know other examples of this kind of instant reaction to meeting someone you prove to be well suited to? :unsure::unsure:
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My late brother-in-law asked my sister to marry him on the first date. They got engaged about three weeks later. They were married for over 50 years. Sadly, he died about six years ago at the age of 80.
 
This is slightly off-topic. But I once went to an off-Broadway play in New York with my wife, another couple and a (female) friend of theirs. The friend was to have a post-theater blind date with the lead actor in the play. (It was a British play called Privates on Parade).

In the course of the play, the date appeared naked on stage (if I recall, he might have been wearing boots and a helmet). Not a lovely physique, but what the heck. The blind date went off as planned but the female friend found the actor to be "narcissistic and obnoxious."

This kind of lunacy is one of the things I miss about living in New York.
 
Dec. 1961 met the most beautiful girl at the upper balcony of a seafood place where live bands played on the weekends. Was sitting at a table with my friends working on finishing off a bottle of rum. This Marylyn Monroe look alike girl asked me to dance. Not a good dancer I said maybe another time. Next weekend same scenario only this time since my friends had made it clear not dancing was a dumba$$ decision, I did my best version of salsa dancing. Pathic my dance effort is best described as a one legged man in an a$$ kicking contest.

I guess since she was impressed with my willing to try she agreed to marry me 60 years ago in march of 1962
 

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