How long were you and your SO dating before you got married?
Any good stories on how you met your SO?
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We dated - on and off - for 2 and a half years before we married. The first year, we broke up every 3 months. Then, we broke up for an entire two months after the first year. When we got back together after that it was for keeps. He proposed a little less than 2 years from the day we met. We were already living together. We got married a few months later.
I met him through a ex. Ex invited Ray over to help him move out of my townhouse. We went on our first date that night.
That is one of those "everything happens for a reason" moments..
Well 4 years ago I started dating this guy. We were together for 2 1/2 years.. Moved in together after 13 months.. After we moved in together, I truley found out what kind of guy he was. He owned my life.. I wasn't allowed to have guy friends.. He never let me go out with my girlfriends (notice the word let) I wasn't sexually attracted to him at all.. He was verbally abusive (physically abusive twice) and very very controlling. I am not the type of person to let a guy do this to me.. I just felt so helpless and stuck in that relationship. I knew I didn't want to be with him anymore a year before we broke up. All of his friends (who I had become very close with.. still am) asked me all the time what I was doing with him still.. I finally got the courage to break up with him.
We went to Vegas last year for my 21st birthday (my ex, his sister, and her husband.. who happened to have the same birthday as me-- August 9th).. I knew that I was going to break up with him when we got home, but I figured we would all have a good time while we were there at least since the trip had been planned for 9 months.. Selfish now, I know. I should have just done it before we left.
I told my ex's sister and his parents that things with us had completely disinigrated.. I no longer could be with him, and that I was going to be ending things when the time was right. His sister ended up telling him on my birthday after we had been in Vegas for 30 hours, and my ex approached me and put me on the spot.. I broke up with him then and there.. and I felt the world lifted off of my shoulders.. I flew home the following morning, and moved my things out of the apartment a week later..
About 2 months later.. after being single and having as many girls nights as I could endure, I was approached by a guy who was friends with a lot of the same people I was.. We completely hit it off.. Became very good friends, as I wanted some time to get to know him before jumping into a new relationship.. We just hit out 10th month together with not one single fight, not one dull moment, and not one minute of unhappiness.
I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with this man =)
My hubby and I met at Cannon AFB, N.M out on the flightline. I'm an aircraft mechanic, and he is a fuel truck driver. He'd bring fuel to my aircraft and we would talk. He thought I was a cute girl with a snotty attitude, and I thought he was a handsome jerk. Then I met him again at a party for a mutal friend, and we actually had a pretty good conversation. He asked me out on a date, and we dated for roughly 10 weeks before I had to go on a deployment. He was getting stationed in Korea the week after I left, so we never really got to say good-bye.
Then I found out I was preggers, and we decided to raise the baby as a couple. When he came back from Korea during his leave, he asked me to marry him, and we got married about 3 weeks later. He knew that having a Catholic marriage was important to me, so we are going to have a ceremony in the church in December.
Met my husband at an New Year's Eve party. Actually we were just teen's so it was an adult party that the parents were having. Bunch of the teenagers played board games etc. He was a little older and dating someone, so we just flirted a bit. I don't think he was too interested because I was just 13... he was almost 16, so I was just a kid to him.
Met him again almost a year later on a double date. We hit it off and started dating each other the next day. Got pregnant 1.5 years later and got married (I was 16 he was 18). 28 years later he is still the love of my life.
we met at school...talked for 2 weeks before he proposed...married 10 months later (would have been sooner, but had to wait for school to get out) this sunday it wil lbe 17 years...better now then when we first married.
We met August 24th 1989 and Got married July 20th 1991. I met him the first day of school my Jr. Year. I was the new girl in town. I went from living in a farming community of 1500 people where I was severely bullied because as the principle put it. "I was to pretty for my own good." to a town where there were 30,000 people and you expected Wally and the Beave to walk out every door. I spent two years in hell to move to what felt like Paradise. And I was scared. I had gained 30 lbs, wasn't wearing any make up and was wearing a dress 2 sizes to big that I had made myself <shudders> I am not a seamstress. I was trying to avoid being noticed by the male school population.
My locker partner offered to let me eat lunch with her so we went down to the lunch room together. She sat down at a table full of football players and I nearly freaked. I had to fight hard not to have a panic attack. When I asked her about it, she said, "Yeah thought we could eat lunch with my brother today." So I sat there with my half a tuna sandwich that had been in my purse all day, hoping that no one looked at me or noticed me. I hadn't gotten use to the bigger school or the Leave it to Beaver community yet.
When Bear came through the door, I knew it was her brother. As the door swung open the whole room started to spin, and my first thought was Oh Gods not him not now. Don't do this to me.
He walked over and sat down across from me. I couldn't look at him. Everytime I looked up the room swam. He asked me if that was all I had to eat. I nodded. He asked if I at least had money for a soda from the machine. I shook my head no. He got up got me a soda and brought it back to me. I kept stairing at the table. I answered all of his questions, but I wouldn't look at him. He finally reached across the table, put a finger under my chin and made me look at him. I found with eye contact the room didn't spin quite as bad. Then he said something unexpected. "Who was it that killed your favorite cat? Tell me where they are and Ill go beat them up for you." I told him no one had. So he wanted to know what made me so sad. I couldn't tell him. Not then anyway.
I had three classes left for the day and he walked me to all of them. Then he walked me to the bus and told me everyone met in the cafeteria before class and to meet him there the next day. My dad brought me to school the next day and he was sitting on the front steps waiting on me. He was afraid I would chicken out and wait in the hall beside my first class again.
I was still scared. I told him I had a boyfriend back home. He said great, Im everyones big brother. I said, I can walk myself to class. He said, not without becoming black and blue walking through the football players hall. Your so tiny they would never see you. All the Sr. football players had their lockers on the same floor in the same area. He was always right there when I walked out a classroom door. He just kept saying, we have to find a way to get that half drowned kitten look off your face.
We have been married now for 17 years. But, we will celebrate our 19th anniversary of meeting this year. We do both. As far as he is concerned. We got married the day he met me. He remembers the august date every year. He might forget what day the wedding actually was on. But, he never misses the anniversary of the day we met.
K and I were together for nearly 5 years before we got Married.
We were set up. Seriously. A mutual friend of ours, D, knew K was looking for a guy and was just giving up on chasing a guy she was interested in who wasn't interested in him. So she says to K "Oh, you're so patient! You should meet Howard!"
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We met a couple months later. I was tricked into it. K was all "Oh noes, I'm going to Buffalo and I'll have to spend the day with my family whom I don't get along with very much. Who will SAVE ME?" I volunteered.
And that, as they say, as that.
Then after we graduated, we hung out one night (bowling to be exact), and things changed that night... We continued seeing each other for 6 months, moved in together, and 5 years later we got married...
Now unfortunately, we just celebrated (sorta) our 6 year wedding anniversary (august 3rd) and we are growing completely apart. So in short my marriage is falling apart and I think divorce is around the corner...
To be continued if we make it to our 7 anniversary....
He was 22, I was 19 and my hubby literally knocked on my front door! He was in the Navy and was looking to get to know his father who was missing from his life since he was a very young boy. (My mom and his dad "knew" each other first, BUT NEVER COMMITTED & HAVE SPLIT LONG TIME AGO)
We met in August and both of us instantly liked what we were looking at. I had a boyfriend and he "claimed" he had a fiancee. He came every weekend to "visit his father" (which he now admits he was coming to see me after the first visit & that he didn't even have a girlfriend at the time. He just lied so he could spend time with me without anyone getting suspicious. He also claims he could tell I liked him and he didn't want to be responsible for breaking up the relationship I was in!) He left for sea in October and started coming back to our house on weekends in January, once he heard I was single. We started dating the weekend of February 14, 1986, by March we were making wedding plans, by the end of May we were married.
We have been married for 22 years and I can't shake him for nothing. He is pitifully in love with me and I must confess I am still totally weak for him.
I have two teenage sons and wonder who is coming for them or if they have already met that person and just won't realize it till years later. ahhh love!!
EDITED to add some juicy details I left out.lol
i have to second whoever commented that ladykelien's story gave them goosebumps. me too! sweet, sweet how-we-met story.
There are some good stories here! I'm sorry that your marriage has hit a rough patch jess, I hope it works out for the best.
My story isn't interesting, but my timeline is: Met on March 4 1998, married on April 16 1998. Sometimes you just know.
thanks for sharing... Sorry to put a damper on the thread with my story, but it goes to show you that there is true love...
Thanks again!!!
My husband and I met in college in 1994- he jumped behind me in a conga line. He claims we talked afterwards-but I don't remember this (apparently I wasn't impressed :-) ) I thought he was very cute- but equally immature and was horribly mean to him (he'd come to my room and I'd refuse to answer the door and he knew I was there.. etc.)
Exactly one year later- to the date that we met- I was walking through the commons at school and this person grabbed me and all I saw were these lips coming at me- it was him. He claims he was just trying to see what I would do and wasn't planning on really kissing me.
I dunno why- but he piqued my interest. We started dating shortly thereafter and I was sick of immature guys so I just laid it out there- I said this is what I am willing to give in a relationship, this is what I will and won't accept and told him I didn't think he'd last 2 months.
That was 14 years ago on the 21st of this month.
We've been married 11 years (as of this last May) and have 2 beautiful boys.
Every so often, he still reminds me of my little 2 months speech. 
Hubby and I met at a frat party in 1989 on his birthday, and the only reason why we even spoke was pure dumb, drunk luck. I was sitting on a large rock, he was going after a friend of his, lost his balance (because he had been drinking), and stumbled to sit on the same rock, but said nothing. I just looked over and said "Wow, you're drunk" (thank you, miss master of the obvious). To be honest, I don't know what we talked about after that, but it was short since he regained his balance to go after his friend. I was interested in someone else at the time, so it didn't go anywhere, and we just became good friends after we came across each other again in the dorm common area. We got to know each other because he came around my floor looking for another girl he was interested, but was never there, so he found me studying in the TV room and stopped by to talk.
Well the girl he was interested in wound up screwing him over, and he talked to me about it a lot. And when the other guy didn't work out for me, he was there to help me straighten a bunch of stuff out because I was feeling bad about the break up (by my initiation - I felt like crap). We started hanging out a lot more, and when my best friend came to visit, apparently she knew we would start dating eventually, said as much, and I laughed her off. We had our first kiss about 4 weeks later, and our first formal date a few days after that on Valentines Day (about 5 months after we first met on the rock). We graduated in 1993, got married in 1994. Every now and then my best friend likes to get in a "I told you so."
We started dating November 3, 2006.
We got engaged May 20, 2007.
We got married May 20, 2008.
I have a rule about not doing math on my day off.
We dated/lived together for 3 years before we married. We were neighbors is how we met. 
A girlfriend of mine from work decided I just had to meet this friend of hers. I had been single for a year after being with my high school sweetheart for 7 years, so I decided to do it.
My DH and I set up a drinks only date at a Mexican restaurant on Good Friday (yeah, good Catholic) of 2001. We met about 3pm in the afternoon. Our date ended at 2am! We talked for hours, had dinner, talked (and drank) more. It was awesome.
We started hanging out a lot and one weekend went wine tasting in eastern Long Island. We would up at a bar/restaurant in Greenlawn and this big biker guy who was with his wife of 30 years told Greg that he'd better marry me quick and not let me get away. The next night we went to Shea to see the Mets and he proposed on the way there.
We got married on September 29, 2001. Dated five months. We have three boys now and have been married almost 8 years. And I still can't get enough of him ;)
We met my sophomore year of college - knew each other from a engineering club that we were both officers of. I thought he was a slacker. He was also friends w/ my next door neighbors in the dorms, while visiting them one day he turned the wrong way to borrow a guitar (was supposed to go to the room across from mine). That was that.
I'm a sucker for him singing ;-)
We got married in September after I graduated - so dated 2.5yrs, been married for 3, still getting to know him!
I totally believe in the 'sometimes you just know' stuff - my grandfather followed one of my great-uncles home when they were on leave during the war, and met his pretty sister, my grandma. They went on 4 dates and then got married. They have been married for over 60 years! We asked him once what he was thinking - he said he thought the sex would be great! (One thing I never wanted to hear my grandpa say... ;-) )
Dating 8 years and still going. We moved in together about a year and a half into dating. I have a 8.5 year old girl who he's raising as his own, and we have a 5 year old son together. At first he pushed the marriage issue, but I have some commitment issues, and now we might or might not ever get married. But, that will be our choice, not anyone else's.
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