Do you and your S/O have an adorable story of how you got together?

We met outside an opticians.
No joke. 23 years ago.

yes, and I think I have related it elsewhere. Here’s the gist: Blind date at a loud and noisy public place. both of us nervous. She thought I was an asshole. I thought she wasn’t my type. Took her home, talked to her mom for hours while she slept on the couch. Called her for a second date, her mom told her to give me a second chance, picked her up, we went somewhere quiet to talk, and have been together for 26 years or so.

@jonsblond and I fell in love over a bottle of vodka in the back of her parents Dodge Ram.

It had a topper and we sat in the back, after returning to my place and finding ourselves locked out. Since we had to wait for my roommate to get home and open the door for us I asked her what I could do to entertain her. She said tell me a story. I took a pull from the bottle and launched into a full on rendition of The Three Little Pigs. I told the story, in it’s entirety and with voices, and by the end I think we both knew we were going to be together for a long time.

and yes, i did get laid that night…

We were introduced through a mutual “friend” on myspace, and actually met on our first date in a restaurant where I made my move heh

Short version:

We met in a bar and he told me I looked like Carrie-Anne Moss and asked to buy me a drink. I said I didn’t know who that was (never saw the Matrix) and no, thank you.

About two years later (and about 2 years ago), after a few days of being platonicly joined at the hip in Vegas, he told me he had a big crush on me. I said, being the sensitive girl I am, “That’s ok. We can still hang out when we get back to Denver anyway.”

About a month later I came to my senses.

Not sure if it’s adorable but here goes.

I was at work one Friday when I got an email from a friend (she was also an ex-girlfriend) asking if I wanted to join her and some colleagues for a drink after work, it had been a long week so yeah I deserved a beer or two. When I got there I spotted this really pretty dark haired girl and asked my friend who she was, she said it was the receptionist where she worked, so I went over and talked to her for maybe an hour but then had to leave as I had friends coming to mine for dinner that night.

The following week I rang my friend and asked her if she would ask the pretty receptionist if she would let me take her out to dinner, the pretty receptionist said no :(

I bugged my friend and she bugged the pretty receptionist for a week, (the pretty receptionist wasn’t comfortable going on a date with one of her colleagues ex’s)

The pretty receptionist is called Jenny, I one day at work sent an email to my friend with the De La Soul lyric “found her house, aroused my joust, Jennifer oh Jenny” she promptly forwarded it to Jenny and copied me in, I was so embarrassed!! But on seeing this email she decided to go on a date with me, we went out for tapas on December 1st 2005 and got married in May this year. Of course my friend was the guest of honour at the wedding as our little cupid.

Well we were in 7th grade, he had just moved here from some other place. My friend Sam introduced him to the rest of us, at first when I saw him I was like ugh! what’s up with him? But then I got to know him more in 1 day. Here’s the rest of the story: We were hiding from them and he pulled me in the guys restroom when he saw they were comming. It was a tight hug, it lasted a long time. And since then I started liking him.

we were married to other people and had to divorce them once we talked online without ever even seeing each other…it was worth all the risks

I walked into his office to sell him appliances. I was wearing a red dress and the sun was shining on through the door behind me. I wasn’t wearing a slip that day and aparently that was the moment he was hooked.
He asked me out and I said ok but we had no plans. I was recently widowed and had married very young. I really had not been on to many dates.
I asked a friend what I should do. She advised me that it wouldn’t be wise to date a client.
When he called me to set specific plans I apologised and said that since he was a client I couldn’t date him.
He replied “that’s alright, I got fired today!
I replied, “Great! Where are we going?”.
That was over 20 years ago and were still crazy about each other.

Me and my gf met at work, which is boring, but we have a cute first date story.

Without knowing I asked her out on Halloween day (I’m bad with dates of things). I had to work most of the day and I don’t think she realized that (Although I told her I would be), she ended up thinking that I wouldn’t be calling and we would be going so she went shopping with her roommates. I called when I got out and she like had a total shit storm and had to run home and shower and change and rush to meet me (she told me this much later on). We met up at the Union Sq movie theater, which was playing the 3D remake of Nightmare Before Christmas. This is one of my favorite childhood movies and she had never seen it, even though she’s an actress and into Broadway and all that. She was all nervous and adorable and I held her hand and there was magic from the get go. After about two months of basically spending every moment together, we got an apartment together. This Halloween will be our third anniversary and we will go down to see Nightmare Before Christmas in 3D like we have our past two anniversaries, just like we did on our first date. We have been happy and in love from the first day and I see no end in sight. I’ve gotten a bit better at remembering what day is Halloween now.

Our story isn’t adorable at all, it’s not romantic at all. But, I’m glad that has no regard on our relationship now.

I honestly barely remember even meeting him the first time we met. Apparently he remembers, but I don’t know how he could since he was extremely drunk. I wasn’t drunk but was very stoned. I got some coworkers some pot, and they invited me to smoke with them, so we went to their friends house who happened to be my now husbands place with his two best friends and his girlfriend.
He says he wanted me from day one, and he did all he could to always be alone and talk with me. I was pretty oblivious though, I just didn’t even think anything of it.
It was actually a big drama mess that followed, and I wanted to distance myself from him. But, he was persistant on keeping our friendship and of course I thought nothing of it.
Eventually, we got together…moved in together almost instantly. He wanted to get married, I wanted to wait, I got pregnant and we had our son and planned our wedding and here we are…married for a year, a healthy two year old, and a baby on the way!
The end result is all that matters.

I was hitching and he was driving….....

37 years later, we’re still ridiing around together!

We met on wis.dm in the chat rooms. I had a crush on her but she hadn’t really noticed me yet. She left the site for a while and then came back. I didn’t want to lose my chance again so I approached her. That was the start of a beautiful relationship.

@janbb I love that story, that is awesome, sounds like something one would read in a book. unless the book was about a serial killer picking up hitchhiking girls. =)

We were both in an off-Loop (Chicago) theater production of Jean Paul Sartre’s The Flies. It’s an angsty version of the Orestes/Electra legend, complete with the Furies/Flies who drive Electra insane with guilt after she helps her brother Orestes kill their mother and stepfather in vengeance for the murder of their father Agamemnon. I played Electra and DH was Aegisthus, the wicked stepfather. Orestes and I kill Clytemnestra, our mother, offstage, then Aegisthus dies onstage, with lots of blood, immediately followed by Electra’s mad scene.
He always made sure he died so his corpse was lying with his back to the audience, so he could keep his eyes open. My character, Electra, was costumed in a rather short toga, and he got to peek up my skirt from a lot of angles while I went insane. It didn’t take long for him to ask me out. That was about 32 years ago.

It was awful and embarassing when it happened, but it’s sort of cute now.

I met my boyfriend at the office I work at. It was my third or fourth day, and I was walking up a set of stairs that ended right outside of his office. When I got to the top of the stairs I realized that I had left a piece of paper in my office that I needed to show the person I was going to talk to, so I turned around to go back down the stairs and right near the bottom of the steps I tripped, and fell down five or six steps. I heard him RUNNING down the stairs, and he was at my side helping me up in about 2 seconds. I was so embarrassed, I’m sure my face was totally red, but he walked me back to my office, made sure I was okay, and then went back to his office. When I went back upstairs a little while later, he stopped me and said, “In all the excitement, I forgot to ask you if you wanted to go to lunch with me today.” I felt like I was in a movie!

I met my wife on a bus in Prague. She was wearing the coolest jacket I’d ever seen, it looked like a carpet. So we started talking and now, five years later we’re married.

When I graduated from college, I moved from Indiana to Connecticut with a friend of mine. She’d been out here for several months already, and new all the “places to go.” One night, we had plans to go out with a friend of hers. I had a really nasty cold and didn’t really want to go, but my friend talked me into it. Since I was on cold medicine and not drinking, I got to be the driver.

We ended up going to this little dive of a bar not far from a Navy base. The place was almost empty, but we were still having a good time getting the DJ to play whatever songs we wanted and dancing all by ourselves. Then, this group of three guys came in. We couldn’t help but notice them because there were only two or three other people in the entire bar. They were all good-looking and about our age, but I just wasn’t feeling like talking to anyone with my stuffy nose and cough. My friend started talking to one of them, and they asked us to sit with them. This one guy was being a little pushy about telling me to sit next to him, so I just ignored him and sat on the other side of the table. After a while, he came around to sit next to me, but I’d already decided I didn’t like him.

For the next half-hour or so, we sat there and argued. He was an arrogant jerk, bragging about being an artist, being able to get me a better job, and knowing someone who worked at a local newspaper (I have a writing degree). During all of this, I kept whispering to my friend that I was not feeling well and wanted to leave. The guy I’d been talking to wanted my phone number, but I wouldn’t give it to him. He asked if he could give me his number, and I said yes just to get out of there faster. We then got into an argument over who would walk up to the bar and ask for a pen. It went something like, “I’m giving you my number, so you should go get the pen.” “No, you should get a pen because I am agreeing to do you the favor of maybe calling you.” Neither of us would budge, so one of his friends went to get a pen just to shut us up. He gave me his number, and we left. I had no intention of calling him.

Over the next couple of days, I kept laughing about the conversations we’d had. I didn’t know anyone else in CT except my friend/roommate, and was often bored because she worked a lot of late nights. One day I said, “Oh screw it,” and called the guy from the bar. At least he was entertaining, right? We talked a couple of times, and he kept calling me by the wrong name. Then he admitted that he thought I was actually married to someone in the Navy and was out looking for a fling while my husband was at sea (because I was wearing my grandmother’s engagement ring). I corrected him, and wondered why I’d called him at all. In spite of that, we started hanging out, and I quickly realized that I was crazy about him. He wasn’t a jerk at all, but has a wicked sense of humor. Unfortunately, my cold had gotten worse. I couldn’t laugh without going into a big coughing fit, and I was completely congested. I thought he’d be disgusted, but he kept coming around and even invited me to dinner at his parents’ house.

That was in January, and in Sept. of that year we were married. Next month will be our 11th anniversary, we have three amazing kids, and I can’t imagine my life being any different! He’s still really cute and hysterically funny, too!

@MissAusten funny how us guys with wicked senses of humor come across that way, isn’t it? Although, be careful who you ask, someone might still consider both your husband and myself as jerks, ya know? That was a great story!

thanks everyone I had fun reading all your awesome answers :)

I was the supervisor at Elizabeth Waters Cafeteria. An all girls dorm (long story.) I was walking up to the food line and saw my now wife’s legs and thought, hmm. So I continued to the front line where I was going anyway to check that the appropriate people where there and found her talking to the other person there. I said “Hi”. She said “Yes?” and I said ” Easy I am just making sure I have who I am supposed to have here”. I walked away thinking “what a bitch.” We ended up talking every chance we got. Way into the night after shifts. We left our respective others for each other. She even came down one time dressed up for a dance to make me all “hamada hamada owooOOOOOOooo”. It worked to.

@Bri_L weird, my middle and last names are elizebeth waters. haha just thought id throw that out there

@generalspecific – How wild is that? Hehe.

@evelyns_pet_zebra Most people adore my husband, but he can be ruthless when someone has lost his respect or tried to deal with him in some underhanded way. I have to admit, I like him all the better for it.

Me and my bf met for the first time way back in 7th grade. I was the new girl and he took an interest in me. We started dating (if that’s what you call it when you’re only in middle school) and we were off and on all through middle school. We went our seperate ways once high school started. But one day when I was at my job at a tanning salon in walks my ex. We were both pretty excited and giddy to see each other again after so long. He ended up staying with me for my whole shift. We hit it off so well that he asked me out on a date and we’ve been together ever since. We’ve been together now for 5 years and just bought a house. I guess that old saying “If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don’t, they never were” holds true.

I’m creating my story RIGHT NOW, I like this question and will come back in 6 months to share my own.
These were great ! :)