I met my husband on a blind date. This wasn’t in the era of blind dates. It was 2010. I am a 911 operator and in the mornings between 5am and 6am there was a shift overlap between the City 911 and the County 911. ( I called them the country 911). Anyway, I would chat with their dispatchers occasionally about crafting issues when we would both have downtime. Not many people are in emergency mode at 5am. It does happen… but not a lot. So while explaining to my longtime friend at the Coubtry 911 my scrapbooking issue, she asked me if I knew 22-34. That’s the number of an officer. I explained I didn’t and went on to ask for help with my scrapbooking problem. “He is Dave Anderson” she said. “Still don’t know him.”I said. “Would you use a big picture on this page or three small and a medium?” “Laura he is really nice.” She pushes. Okay, I am now wondering if he got shot or something because she is ignoring all my pleas for help on a submission for my first scrapbooking page entry in the annual Harvest Homecoming event in our town.
Just to be super clear, I literally asked, “Did he get shot or something ?” To which she replied,”No, but he saw your picture on FB and he wants to meet you.”
Okay, so I was a bit done with men at this point in my life. My life was darn near perfect at this point. I lived in the country with 11 acres. I had 5 kids all happy and almost out the door ages 19, 18, 17, 15 and 14. (1st marriage also a good story) So I told her thanks but no thanks as all sensible girls do. I literally could not have been less interested. So she begs me and another dispatcher joins the call and presses me … this went on for 30 minutes and finally out of desperation to finish my page for the big scrapbooking contest ( also, I got 3rd place !) I said I would accept his fb friend request. He immediately asked me to dinner. You can insert a heavy sigh here.
So I was enroute to said dinner, which if you’re following along, I live in the country- the next county over from where we work. I forgot my phone which normally wouldn’t have been a big deal but this guy had zero pictures of himself on fb. I have to get my phone so I can message him that I am there- because I don’t know what he looks like. I am sure he is ugly as as homemade sin because he has no pictures but I promised my soul for help with my scrapbook page and a promise is a promise. I called him to say I would be late due tot th phone issue and he said “ not a problem, I know what you look like, I will be by the door just inside the restaurant.” At this point I am feeling so stuck. This means no escape if he is hideous. Well turns out he was nerdy cute and had pretty eyes and was actually nice like they said. So we dated for a year and half and now have been married for 13 years. We have a tightly worded agreement about that which is a story for another day.
I just lost the love of my life two months ago. We met when we were older and thought we’d never get married. We met on an internet dating site before anyone was doing that. Most thought it was weird. He didn’t live near me, but once we met in person, we clicked instantly and and were never out of touch. He proposed six months later, I said yes, and he moved in with me a month later. We were never apart and talked to each other all day long, in person or by phone or text. A running conversation. We have 3 daughters now. 20 years of marriage and 22 years together - he was the love of my life.
I had a class with my husband in college, but we never spoke. He said he thought I was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, but he had a girlfriend at the time, and I had a boyfriend. We ran into each other about 7-8 months later when his girlfriend, now fiancée introduced him to me at the store I was working at. I went to high school with her, so we like to joke that his fiancée introduced us. They broke up about a year later, but I had changed colleges and moved away. He graduated, and started working in the area when I was, and I was still working at the same store. He had come in several times to try and connect with me, but I was going to school and working so our paths didn’t connect. One day when I was leaving a restaurant after lunch with my mom, and he saw my black and yellow outfit and joked to his co-worker that I looked like a bumblebee, but then he realized it was me and he jumped out of his car to speak to me. We had our first date about a month later, and I knew from that day, that we would be married. I told him, we will laugh about this after we’re married. His wedding ring is engraved with “still laughing”, and we’ve been together for 25 years.
After swearing never to date again after breaking up with my high school sweetheart, an anonymous Valentine card was pushed under my college dorm room door. The guy, did call me (after searching through a yearbook with group pictures of people on certain floors and finding me in the campus directory phonebook- yes, I said phonebook!) he called my room land line phone days later. He had seen me going through the line in the cafeteria where he worked. I reluctantly agreed to met him in the commons area and it was pretty much a love story that has flourished 40 years now.
I met the love of my life, my wife, in 1984 - way before the widespread use of internet. I was living in Kenya at the time and my wife was in London, UK. We were introduced by a mutual friend who thought we would be a good match (how right she was (is)!). We started a pen-pal relationship in August 1984 (more of that further down), writing almost daily to each other and some days we would get two or three letters in one go due to postal delays. We also started talking over phone on a weekly basis and got to know each other this way. There were no WhatsApp or video call facility and ours was based on total trust, honesty and openness. It didn't matter how we looked as the photos we shared could not always do justice. By December 1984, we had decided to tie the knot with proviso that when we meet and find that we don't have any "chemistry", we would stay as friends. Fortunately, looks didn't matter to either of us as we both believed that beauty is only skin deep. I travelled to London and we got married. It will be our 40th anniversary this December and the best part is through thick and thin we have become good friends along the way and even though we did not take the usual vows, we have been following it knowing or unknowingly. We then found out that we were both born in the same hospital in Nairobi 11 days apart in August 1960 - my wife came in this world before me, just to check that all is well for me to follow :)
I met my husband at a party. The host, was someone I had just recently become friends with at a singles event we both attended. She also happened to be the sister of my husband's brother's wife and was best friends with him at the time.
I had just broken up with someone and was living in Philly, but took the 3 hour trip to Boston to come to her party. Once I arrived she cornered me saying there was someone coming who i should meet and that he's a "diamond in the rough". I was skeptical but when said person walked in, I recognized his face immediately. I knew that we had both gone to Brandeis University and graduated the same year. I recognized his face from the yearbook. We had never met all 4 years at school even though Brandeis is not a large University. He had a serious girlfriend that he had met Freshman year and was a computer science math guy where I was all about psychology and sociology. Our paths never crossed. But we spent the entire party talking and connecting and falling in love. Later in the evening, we started playing "truth or dare." My husband got a dare and someone dared him to give me a lap dance (fully clothed!) which he indeed do much to his credit. He also got a "truth" at one point and the question was "Who here at this party would you most want to kiss?" Guess who he picked? :-)
From there, it was 8-hour long phone conversations, visits to NY where we could meet half-way and have marathon dates and before you know it, we both knew this was it....for both of us. We've been married 21 years and have 3 incredible children. When I was a kid I had always believed I would end up with someone I already somehow knew, from college or high school...I just didn't see myself finding someone on a blind date or at a bar.
I met my partner online. Had given up looking at profiles then saw his ‘looking for an old soul’ and someone who would like dancing in the kitchen while making dinner. We were in different cities 1.5 hours apart but met anyway. Jumped in after 6 dates then realized we knew people in common from 30 years ago in yet another city but didn’t cross paths! That sealed our deal. Our spiritualities align, I am more like his family than my own (he is Hindu, I grew up catholic). We are both old souls and soul mates.
I met my husband at a bank while I was vacationing in California (from Australia). What I expected to be no more than a fun holiday fling ended up turning into a charming long distance relationship and me ultimately moving to the US. We’ve now been together 12 years and just welcomed our baby boy to the world earlier this year!
He slept through the entire night for the first time last night! Then I discovered he’d pooped all up his back and through his hair, and had been lying in it for the past several hours soundly asleep… Fortunately I was well rested to deal with it at 5:30am. Parenting is an adventure!
On October 14, 1964 I stood along the wall at a mixer (those were dances you went to in hopes of meeting people of the opposite sex . . .I digress) at my college. My friend gestured to a young man 90 degrees to our right and several times wondered aloud if his friend (who had been with him at the previous week’s mixer) was in the room. At which point I told her she’d have to ask him. I took her by the hand and maneuvered towards the fellow. He noticed her coming his way and tried to out-maneuver us. I was faster so we caught up with him. Eager to avoid her any further, he asked me to dance. Eight weeks later, on our 2nd date, he proposed. We’ve been married 57 years.
In 2018 I was ready to downsize. I was single with 4 adult kids who had all grown up in Las Vegas, but had moved out of town and on with their own lives. As a Realtor, I held an open house for a friend and she was holding another OH a few streets away. She had me close up my OH and come see the house she was sitting. I walked in and although the house was 'ok'...the backyard was lovely, backing up to an arroyo on the golf course, and a view of the stark desert mountains that seemed touchable. A few weeks after moving in, the doorbell rang very early on a Saturday morning. I was tempted to ignore it, but decided to answer. There stood a man who sheepishly explained that he had rented this home for 4 years and had recently moved back to his area of Boston. He was hoping that there was mail for him as he was eagerly awaiting his pass port. I invited him in and as he looked around, I could tell that this was his familiar space, but it was already very different to see. I handed him his stack of mail...passport NOT included...and we agreed that I would take his texts/calls to check on any forthcoming mail. In a matter of 3 months with mostly texts, we got to know each other. In September of that year, he was looking for a rental and I showed him a few...telling him I would be in yoga clothes to attend a poolside yoga with headphones, at the Red Rock Hotel. He said he loved yoga so I invited him to go after the showings. He did, I ran into friends at the event, we shared a drink after, and the rest is history. We are barely separated, but for his work, and have laughed and enjoyed life together for over 6 years. Other than the 'silverware drawer not being in the right place'...he has put up with my home renovations and yard remodeling. Oh, and the passport came 3 years later!!!
I was adding a small bathroom to my master and my handyman sent me to Home Depot to look at a toilet, sink and corner shower. Larry worked there and walked down the plumbing aisle as I stood looking straight up at the plumbing sign. He opened with a funny remark and we bantered for about 15 minutes while looking at the shower. When I commented that it looked so small, he asked what I had in mind. I replied, “Would it fit two people”? With a huge smile, he replied, “Let’s find out?” We got in, we fit and I bought the shower. We were married 1 1/2 years later. We were together for 20 before he passed. He was the love of my life.
Wow, such an adorable story. I am so sorry for your loss. The thought of spending 20 years with someone I could call the love of my life fills my heart. Thank you for sharing.
I was the lead singer in a Blues band that played the beer garden of a restaurant in Plano, Texas once a month as part of a club circuit we'd built. My future wife - an actress in real life - worked there as a bartender. Our band was popular with the regulars at this place, so they'd keep it open late and pay us a little extra to come back and play a fourth set. We liked doing that because the base pay was crap, and it allowed us to pick up some more tips, sell a few more CDs, and maybe score some free tequila shots from our fans.
The management was not of a particularly friendly persuasion to the help, though, and my future wife quit over a harassment issue. Vowing revenge, she ratted the restaurant out for serving alcohol after the city's midnight(!) cutoff, and when my band played there next, we were dismayed to learn we couldn't play that helpful fourth set anymore. In the meantime, she and I had met, started dating, and the truth came out. We married anyway, and celebrated our 19th anniversary in August.
That's the story we tell people we don't plan on socializing with. It's all true, mind you, but it leaves out one crucial detail.
We didn't meet at the restaurant. We met on J-Date, right as she was about to let her subscription lapse after a series of dead-end dates. You decide which version of this story you like better!
My wife and I are a match.com success story. But more so because I was a single dad when I met her. Admittedly, there was no way I was open to dating a single mom when I was not a single parent myself. She was on match less than a month when I was just getting ready to call it quits. She messaged me first, 5 years later and much effort into family blending, we were married. I did not know it at the time, but having a child is what led me to finding the love of my life. Single parenthood taught me who I was and the person my now wife knows me to be.
I audited my husband and his boss told him to be nice to me. A year later I asked him ‘are you ever going to ask me to marry you, damn it?’ It was the 4th of July ( so long independence). We will have been married 35 years in a couple of weeks.
I met my husband at church in the youth group. We had talked a few times and then we were having a summer Bible study at my house and I called everyone to make sure they were coming and he came (he had just graduated from high school and I was between my sophomore and junior year of high school). He had gotten a brand new Camaro z28 for graduation ( they were a lot cheaper then) and after the Bible study me and 3 of my friends went riding around in his car and then after he brought us back he asked me if I wanted to go ride around on Friday and I did and 44 years later we have been married for 40 years and have 3 grown children in their 30’s and 6 awesome grandchildren ages 6-17
I met my husband on a blind date. This wasn’t in the era of blind dates. It was 2010. I am a 911 operator and in the mornings between 5am and 6am there was a shift overlap between the City 911 and the County 911. ( I called them the country 911). Anyway, I would chat with their dispatchers occasionally about crafting issues when we would both have downtime. Not many people are in emergency mode at 5am. It does happen… but not a lot. So while explaining to my longtime friend at the Coubtry 911 my scrapbooking issue, she asked me if I knew 22-34. That’s the number of an officer. I explained I didn’t and went on to ask for help with my scrapbooking problem. “He is Dave Anderson” she said. “Still don’t know him.”I said. “Would you use a big picture on this page or three small and a medium?” “Laura he is really nice.” She pushes. Okay, I am now wondering if he got shot or something because she is ignoring all my pleas for help on a submission for my first scrapbooking page entry in the annual Harvest Homecoming event in our town.
Just to be super clear, I literally asked, “Did he get shot or something ?” To which she replied,”No, but he saw your picture on FB and he wants to meet you.”
Okay, so I was a bit done with men at this point in my life. My life was darn near perfect at this point. I lived in the country with 11 acres. I had 5 kids all happy and almost out the door ages 19, 18, 17, 15 and 14. (1st marriage also a good story) So I told her thanks but no thanks as all sensible girls do. I literally could not have been less interested. So she begs me and another dispatcher joins the call and presses me … this went on for 30 minutes and finally out of desperation to finish my page for the big scrapbooking contest ( also, I got 3rd place !) I said I would accept his fb friend request. He immediately asked me to dinner. You can insert a heavy sigh here.
So I was enroute to said dinner, which if you’re following along, I live in the country- the next county over from where we work. I forgot my phone which normally wouldn’t have been a big deal but this guy had zero pictures of himself on fb. I have to get my phone so I can message him that I am there- because I don’t know what he looks like. I am sure he is ugly as as homemade sin because he has no pictures but I promised my soul for help with my scrapbook page and a promise is a promise. I called him to say I would be late due tot th phone issue and he said “ not a problem, I know what you look like, I will be by the door just inside the restaurant.” At this point I am feeling so stuck. This means no escape if he is hideous. Well turns out he was nerdy cute and had pretty eyes and was actually nice like they said. So we dated for a year and half and now have been married for 13 years. We have a tightly worded agreement about that which is a story for another day.
Love this story!
Our first date was at a Texas Roadhouse, actually, THE Texas Roadhouse. The chain originated in our town.
I just lost the love of my life two months ago. We met when we were older and thought we’d never get married. We met on an internet dating site before anyone was doing that. Most thought it was weird. He didn’t live near me, but once we met in person, we clicked instantly and and were never out of touch. He proposed six months later, I said yes, and he moved in with me a month later. We were never apart and talked to each other all day long, in person or by phone or text. A running conversation. We have 3 daughters now. 20 years of marriage and 22 years together - he was the love of my life.
I am so sorry for your loss Taryn.
So sorry for the loss of your love.
I had a class with my husband in college, but we never spoke. He said he thought I was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, but he had a girlfriend at the time, and I had a boyfriend. We ran into each other about 7-8 months later when his girlfriend, now fiancée introduced him to me at the store I was working at. I went to high school with her, so we like to joke that his fiancée introduced us. They broke up about a year later, but I had changed colleges and moved away. He graduated, and started working in the area when I was, and I was still working at the same store. He had come in several times to try and connect with me, but I was going to school and working so our paths didn’t connect. One day when I was leaving a restaurant after lunch with my mom, and he saw my black and yellow outfit and joked to his co-worker that I looked like a bumblebee, but then he realized it was me and he jumped out of his car to speak to me. We had our first date about a month later, and I knew from that day, that we would be married. I told him, we will laugh about this after we’re married. His wedding ring is engraved with “still laughing”, and we’ve been together for 25 years.
After swearing never to date again after breaking up with my high school sweetheart, an anonymous Valentine card was pushed under my college dorm room door. The guy, did call me (after searching through a yearbook with group pictures of people on certain floors and finding me in the campus directory phonebook- yes, I said phonebook!) he called my room land line phone days later. He had seen me going through the line in the cafeteria where he worked. I reluctantly agreed to met him in the commons area and it was pretty much a love story that has flourished 40 years now.
I met the love of my life, my wife, in 1984 - way before the widespread use of internet. I was living in Kenya at the time and my wife was in London, UK. We were introduced by a mutual friend who thought we would be a good match (how right she was (is)!). We started a pen-pal relationship in August 1984 (more of that further down), writing almost daily to each other and some days we would get two or three letters in one go due to postal delays. We also started talking over phone on a weekly basis and got to know each other this way. There were no WhatsApp or video call facility and ours was based on total trust, honesty and openness. It didn't matter how we looked as the photos we shared could not always do justice. By December 1984, we had decided to tie the knot with proviso that when we meet and find that we don't have any "chemistry", we would stay as friends. Fortunately, looks didn't matter to either of us as we both believed that beauty is only skin deep. I travelled to London and we got married. It will be our 40th anniversary this December and the best part is through thick and thin we have become good friends along the way and even though we did not take the usual vows, we have been following it knowing or unknowingly. We then found out that we were both born in the same hospital in Nairobi 11 days apart in August 1960 - my wife came in this world before me, just to check that all is well for me to follow :)
I met my husband at a party. The host, was someone I had just recently become friends with at a singles event we both attended. She also happened to be the sister of my husband's brother's wife and was best friends with him at the time.
I had just broken up with someone and was living in Philly, but took the 3 hour trip to Boston to come to her party. Once I arrived she cornered me saying there was someone coming who i should meet and that he's a "diamond in the rough". I was skeptical but when said person walked in, I recognized his face immediately. I knew that we had both gone to Brandeis University and graduated the same year. I recognized his face from the yearbook. We had never met all 4 years at school even though Brandeis is not a large University. He had a serious girlfriend that he had met Freshman year and was a computer science math guy where I was all about psychology and sociology. Our paths never crossed. But we spent the entire party talking and connecting and falling in love. Later in the evening, we started playing "truth or dare." My husband got a dare and someone dared him to give me a lap dance (fully clothed!) which he indeed do much to his credit. He also got a "truth" at one point and the question was "Who here at this party would you most want to kiss?" Guess who he picked? :-)
From there, it was 8-hour long phone conversations, visits to NY where we could meet half-way and have marathon dates and before you know it, we both knew this was it....for both of us. We've been married 21 years and have 3 incredible children. When I was a kid I had always believed I would end up with someone I already somehow knew, from college or high school...I just didn't see myself finding someone on a blind date or at a bar.
I’m overjoyed to see you have 170,000+ followers, Bill. Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me. Keep up your amazing work…..and thanks!
Thank you Fred! I can't keep up a lot of the time, but I am very humbled and happy to have this community!
I met my partner online. Had given up looking at profiles then saw his ‘looking for an old soul’ and someone who would like dancing in the kitchen while making dinner. We were in different cities 1.5 hours apart but met anyway. Jumped in after 6 dates then realized we knew people in common from 30 years ago in yet another city but didn’t cross paths! That sealed our deal. Our spiritualities align, I am more like his family than my own (he is Hindu, I grew up catholic). We are both old souls and soul mates.
I met my husband at a bank while I was vacationing in California (from Australia). What I expected to be no more than a fun holiday fling ended up turning into a charming long distance relationship and me ultimately moving to the US. We’ve now been together 12 years and just welcomed our baby boy to the world earlier this year!
Congratulations! Hope you're getting a bit of sleep now and then!
He slept through the entire night for the first time last night! Then I discovered he’d pooped all up his back and through his hair, and had been lying in it for the past several hours soundly asleep… Fortunately I was well rested to deal with it at 5:30am. Parenting is an adventure!
I hope that doesn't turn out to be the secret to keeping him asleep!
On October 14, 1964 I stood along the wall at a mixer (those were dances you went to in hopes of meeting people of the opposite sex . . .I digress) at my college. My friend gestured to a young man 90 degrees to our right and several times wondered aloud if his friend (who had been with him at the previous week’s mixer) was in the room. At which point I told her she’d have to ask him. I took her by the hand and maneuvered towards the fellow. He noticed her coming his way and tried to out-maneuver us. I was faster so we caught up with him. Eager to avoid her any further, he asked me to dance. Eight weeks later, on our 2nd date, he proposed. We’ve been married 57 years.
Thank you for the refreshing real-life stories today on the love of your life…
Appreciate also the Twainism of your choosing- the perfect bow on your daily gift of writing and keeping a history..
In 2018 I was ready to downsize. I was single with 4 adult kids who had all grown up in Las Vegas, but had moved out of town and on with their own lives. As a Realtor, I held an open house for a friend and she was holding another OH a few streets away. She had me close up my OH and come see the house she was sitting. I walked in and although the house was 'ok'...the backyard was lovely, backing up to an arroyo on the golf course, and a view of the stark desert mountains that seemed touchable. A few weeks after moving in, the doorbell rang very early on a Saturday morning. I was tempted to ignore it, but decided to answer. There stood a man who sheepishly explained that he had rented this home for 4 years and had recently moved back to his area of Boston. He was hoping that there was mail for him as he was eagerly awaiting his pass port. I invited him in and as he looked around, I could tell that this was his familiar space, but it was already very different to see. I handed him his stack of mail...passport NOT included...and we agreed that I would take his texts/calls to check on any forthcoming mail. In a matter of 3 months with mostly texts, we got to know each other. In September of that year, he was looking for a rental and I showed him a few...telling him I would be in yoga clothes to attend a poolside yoga with headphones, at the Red Rock Hotel. He said he loved yoga so I invited him to go after the showings. He did, I ran into friends at the event, we shared a drink after, and the rest is history. We are barely separated, but for his work, and have laughed and enjoyed life together for over 6 years. Other than the 'silverware drawer not being in the right place'...he has put up with my home renovations and yard remodeling. Oh, and the passport came 3 years later!!!
I was adding a small bathroom to my master and my handyman sent me to Home Depot to look at a toilet, sink and corner shower. Larry worked there and walked down the plumbing aisle as I stood looking straight up at the plumbing sign. He opened with a funny remark and we bantered for about 15 minutes while looking at the shower. When I commented that it looked so small, he asked what I had in mind. I replied, “Would it fit two people”? With a huge smile, he replied, “Let’s find out?” We got in, we fit and I bought the shower. We were married 1 1/2 years later. We were together for 20 before he passed. He was the love of my life.
I am so sorry that you lost the love of your life after only 20 years! 🥺
This is such a fun story of how you met. I'm very sorry for your loss.
Wow, such an adorable story. I am so sorry for your loss. The thought of spending 20 years with someone I could call the love of my life fills my heart. Thank you for sharing.
I was the lead singer in a Blues band that played the beer garden of a restaurant in Plano, Texas once a month as part of a club circuit we'd built. My future wife - an actress in real life - worked there as a bartender. Our band was popular with the regulars at this place, so they'd keep it open late and pay us a little extra to come back and play a fourth set. We liked doing that because the base pay was crap, and it allowed us to pick up some more tips, sell a few more CDs, and maybe score some free tequila shots from our fans.
The management was not of a particularly friendly persuasion to the help, though, and my future wife quit over a harassment issue. Vowing revenge, she ratted the restaurant out for serving alcohol after the city's midnight(!) cutoff, and when my band played there next, we were dismayed to learn we couldn't play that helpful fourth set anymore. In the meantime, she and I had met, started dating, and the truth came out. We married anyway, and celebrated our 19th anniversary in August.
That's the story we tell people we don't plan on socializing with. It's all true, mind you, but it leaves out one crucial detail.
We didn't meet at the restaurant. We met on J-Date, right as she was about to let her subscription lapse after a series of dead-end dates. You decide which version of this story you like better!
My wife and I are a match.com success story. But more so because I was a single dad when I met her. Admittedly, there was no way I was open to dating a single mom when I was not a single parent myself. She was on match less than a month when I was just getting ready to call it quits. She messaged me first, 5 years later and much effort into family blending, we were married. I did not know it at the time, but having a child is what led me to finding the love of my life. Single parenthood taught me who I was and the person my now wife knows me to be.
I audited my husband and his boss told him to be nice to me. A year later I asked him ‘are you ever going to ask me to marry you, damn it?’ It was the 4th of July ( so long independence). We will have been married 35 years in a couple of weeks.
Wow that's a story. I feel like there are some great details in there as well!
I met my husband at church in the youth group. We had talked a few times and then we were having a summer Bible study at my house and I called everyone to make sure they were coming and he came (he had just graduated from high school and I was between my sophomore and junior year of high school). He had gotten a brand new Camaro z28 for graduation ( they were a lot cheaper then) and after the Bible study me and 3 of my friends went riding around in his car and then after he brought us back he asked me if I wanted to go ride around on Friday and I did and 44 years later we have been married for 40 years and have 3 grown children in their 30’s and 6 awesome grandchildren ages 6-17
Fantastic!