Forty nine years ago I used to go to a house trailer that was being rented by three friends, two guys and a gal. It was one of the current party spots and all sorts of people would drop in at all hours of the day and night. One night I was there doing four way LSD with a bunch of people and ended up in a back bedroom. In walked this young chick with a butterfly embroidered on her blouse who was also on LSD. I took one look at her and had a genuine premonition that she was the girl I'd marry. We goofed around a little bit then I didn't see her for awhile. Next time I was at the trailer I found her sitting with one of my buddies on the couch. We were all doing LSD again. I waited until he got up to use the john, then I went over to her and said "How long have you been dating John?" She said, "I'm not dating him, he's my brother!" The rest is history. Still together.
We lived in the same apartment complex. We ran into each other taking out our trash. We struck up a conversation and the rest as they say is history. How many folks can say they found their partner at the dumpster?
I met my ex wife in a classical musical concert in Paris. During the interval break, we both were buying drinks in the bar and I was just in front of her. When the waiter asked me what I need to drink, I turned to her and asked what she is drinking. Her reply was : "I will drink whatever you are drinking and we can continue drinking after the concert, of course if you are up to it" Boom. Got hit by a strike and the rest was 20 years together, 2 kids and now I am back in the single scene
I wouldn't call her my partner, but I met the young lady I'm dating at work. Everyone hold their horses: my employer doesn't care and many people at my job are couples who met on the job, some are married.
Through mutual friends, but we were both in other relationships at the time. We became friends and a few years later, when we weren’t in those relationships anymore, he asked me out. We always felt attracted to each other but didn’t want to ruin the friendship. Now we’re married so we didn’t ruin it lol
I have had to "round" horses on more than one occasion and let me assure you it's a pain in the azzzzzzzzzz......
I’ve known my guy for..13 years. Possibly another year, but we can’t pin it down for sure. We’ve been together for three. I interviewed him for a small festival held in a park next to Columbine High. 2006. Now, that’s technically out of the paper’s coverage area, so as a favor to another musician, I called the guy putting the show on for contact of a performer in my coverage area. Well, he has this guy who has lived in the area since 1979. He gives each of us the other’s contact. I made a note to call him at the end of the day, but my phone rang minutes later. We scheduled a 45 minute time to talk. We met up, chatted, and four hours went by while we talked about so much. People we both know, losing a collaborative partner, the music biz (I also worked at a venue), and everything we could think of. Now, we were both in relationships, and they were good at that time. I went to a few shows, to get a feel for his music and shoot some photos. We became friendly. Later, friends. I moved away for six years, to the Bay Area. For a new relationship. (I’d advise against this) He moved for the existing, long distance relationship. We emailed a few times, mainly when I knew of a venue with open booking. Many of the emails turned into mutual vent sessions. so, I came home in 2017. I went to a pizza joint with live music. He was playing. He greeted me from behind, using my name. From behind. We talked. He played the show. We talked more. We couldn’t pull away. He kissed me. It rocked my world.
I met my wife when my uncle married her mother. In the morning we were strangers, in the afternoon we were cousins, and by the evening we were friends. Then she kissed me. I was expecting a peck on the cheek as I had seen her give other guests, but instead she gave me a smacker on the lips. I found out later she had a crush on me which was very embarrassing because she was eleven and I was twenty one. Over the years our friendship grew, and when she was seventeen she asked me if I wanted to go out with her. I said yes, and to the surprise of absolutely nobody on either side of our family we started dating. We got engaged the following year when she was eighteen, and married a year later when she was nineteen. Our first son was born when she was twenty, on the anniversary of the day we first met. Now our kids (or first cousins once removed as they are otherwise known) have grown up and left home. My Lovely Cousin and I have known each other for forty four years, and have been married for thirty six. We have never had a cross word or argument in all that time, mostly because I was taught on my wedding day the 101 different ways of saying, "yes dear."
man in my next life i'd love to just meet someone when i was a kid and stay with them until i was old. i love those stories.