How did you meet?

[Msterbeau]

I was reading something earlier that made me think about the different ways we meet our partners, wives, husbands, significant others, etc...

Carla and I met at City Club a few months ago. Either Zhuk or Holliwood or Bav introduced us. At the time I thought she was very cool.. and quite cute. Didn't think much about it afterwards. Then we ran into one another a few nights later at Necto. It became obvious that she was interested and I was very agreeable to that. What was funny that night is that she would show up at my elbow just as I was about to buy her a drink. We do the telepathy thing well. We didn't officially go on a date until a couple weeks later due to schedule conflicts. It was a great evening...

How about you?

EDIT: If you want to mention a past relationship, that's OK too.

[Homicidalheathen]

Um, honestly....a dating service. It's embarrassing and desparate but...it was a good one and they screened applicants. At the time we were tired of the freaks (No offense heh) we met in bars and wanted a serious thing with someone of common interests.

And we were both busy parents so.....it beats going to the bar and getting a sitter just to strike out night after night.

[kellygrrrrrl]

We were friends for about 5 years. We hung out at the same party house, I as dating Paul. He and Paul were good friends, and I was good friends with Sara, his SO at the time.

The after about 5 years, both split with our SO's.

We wondered why we didn't get together sooner....

We both seretly liked eachother but had too much respect to step on toes along the way.

We were friends for 5, dated for 5 then got married.

He's my best friend and always was for years. We helped eachother through hard times, bad relationships, and partied with the best of em'.

He was under my nose the whole time.

[Blackmail]

Here on DGN.

One day this redhead I didn't know sent me a message that said "I have a crush on you". A few weeks later we met in person and it clicked. We've been together over a year now.

[paradox]

shitty club.

long time ago.

i guess that about says it all.

[Msterbeau]

shitty club.

long time ago.

i guess that about says it all.

Don't be such a word miser. Give us details!!!

[Msterbeau]

Um, honestly....a dating service.  It's embarrassing and desparate but...it was a good one and they screened applicants.  At the time we were tired of the freaks (No offense heh) we met in bars and wanted a serious thing with someone of common interests.

And we were both busy parents so.....it beats going to the bar and getting a sitter just to strike out night after night.

My daughters' mom and I met through a dating service.... It's not desperate, it's just another tool for meeting people.

[TygerLili]

:blushing :innocent

All I'm going to say is it was at City Club and a lot of Tequilla was involved.

[n0Mad]

Three or so years ago I moved out to Steamboat Springs, Colorado where the ratio of men to women is 6:1. I had no hopes of ever meeting anyone in that little town. At the nightclub I managed the house improv comedy troupe I directed and acted in performed ever weekend.

On Valentine's Day we were doing a show and during the last scene I glanced up and saw a gorgeous blond coming down the stairs. I nearly stumbled over my words but I stayed in the scene and continued acting. Then, right behind the blond, came the most beautiful redhead I had ever seen. It was all I could do to not stand and stare speechless. But, I focused on the other actors and got through the end of the show without incident.

After the show I was changing out the gels on the PARs and moving tables to open up the dance floor. Job done, I grabbed a beer from the bar and noticed that one of our actors was seated at the table with the blond and the redhead. "That's my in," I thought. So, I sat down with them to congratulate Mike on a great show and he introduced me to Stephanie (the blond, and his ex) and her friend Brooke (the redhead). We all chatted for a while but I soon learned that Brooke was married. I was disappointed, but it also took a lot of pressure off of me to try to impress her and I could just be myself. During the conversation I stated, "Soon my odious plan will come to fruition."

She asked, "You're not from Steamboat, are you?"

I answered, "No, why?"

"Because you used the words 'odious' and 'fruition' and in the same sentence."

"Ah," I replied. "You're not from Steamboat either, are you?"

"No," she affirmed. "Why?"

"Because you understood what I said." And with that exchange we seemed to really hit it off.

The following week, Brooke came back to the nightclub right at the end of our show and it was all I could do to keep from gawking at her ravishing good looks. After the show I sat at her table and asked, "Hey, remember me?" Of course she did and we chatted for a while. She yawned and I said, "Hey, none of that. Don't make me get the whip from my truck and beat you awake," or something like that. I don't know what made me say it, but it seemed appropriate at the time. "B&D or S&M," she asked. I was completely surprised that she even knew those letters and we talked kink for a while.

We traded e-mail addresses and conversed online for a couple weeks meeting at the club on weekends. We really developed an attraction towards each other and she confessed that while she was technically still married, they had been seperated for five years and she was contimplating divorce.

So, she and I dated. It was the best relationship I ever had but eventually it ended. She finally went through with the divorce and in the process of starting her life over, she got rid of me as well. I moved back home to Michigan and have been single ever since (going on two years now =().

Oh, I meet lots of women, but they're either married, have kids, are in a serious relationship, or just plain not interested.

There's more to this story, a new development. It's fun idea to entertain though, but fruitless to hold on to hope. So I'll leave you all guessing and I may or may not fill you in later.

[honeymustard02]

I was bored one night and started looking up people on ICQ. I found Tj on there and we slowly started IMing back and forth.

2 1/2 years later I came to visit. A few months later I moved out here and that was 4 1/2 yrs ago and still strong.

[LuluVox]

Ah, let's see. It was Wednesday, January 19th, 2005, at Luna.

I was in no mood to go out, but our own Jarodaka was very encouraging and persuaded me to put moping on hold for a night and go to Luna for Oontz. I decided to, and upon arriving, situated myself with Jarod's friends (most of whom I barely knew and all of whom are now my friends, shazaam) at the booth in the back. I was still kind of mopey despite the drinking I was doing, but eventually I became aware of the guy I was sitting next to. He was on my right, in the corner of the booth, being completely quiet and almost totally still (he says now that he was terrified).

Eventually we talked some, and I noticed he was being very generous with his cigarettes, and every now and then, out of the corner of my eye, I'd catch him watching me. At one point, a good song came on, and seeing that he seemed hesitant, I suggested he come out to dance -- everyone in our group was hitting the floor, too. (I later found out that when I did that, he was about to leave because he was still freaking out and didn't know what to say to me, and wanted to get my number but didn't ask.) So, the night wore on, most of the group left, but Drew, his friend, and I stayed until closing. I left first by a few minutes, and Drew was waiting outside by the door for his friend. I was wondering why this guy I just met seemed surly when I said, "OK, see ya!" from my car, but didn't think much about it. Apparently he was still being mopey about not getting my number. (Even though I was right freaking there while he was moping! It's kind of a typical Drew move, but I didn't know that at the time, or I would have done what I do now and pulled him out of it.)

So, anyway, long story shortish: Drew went home, wrote an LJ entry about missing the chance to snag my number, then realized that I was actually on his friends list and heavily edited it, I read it after the edit but still knew it was about me. Then we serendipitously ended up at the same place at the same time a few days later, he got my number, we started dating, and have been together ever since. Now we live together, and in a couple of weeks he will be the man who drives my doped-up butt home after I have all four of my wisdom teeth yanked out of my face in a single morning. Ah, love. =D

[honeymustard02]

Aww You met on my 21st birthday :-D

[Fierce Critter]

I was on AOL late one night at the end of February, 1998, and at the time my screename was OtterWomn. I get this IM from somebody with the screename "XxRiverOtterxX" or something like that, and instead of deleting it like I usually would, I respond.

He had me at ">>waves paw<<".

We IM'd back and forth for hours at a time for about a month. Then phone calls for another month. Then in April of that year, he came to Michigan from Florida on a little 250 cc HondaMatic motorcycle.

We were married in October of that year.

And, as they say, the rest is history. :grin

By the way, I saved every single IM session between us and have the 200 pages or so printed out and safely tucked away for safe keeping.

[TearSandrille]

I had a crush on my neighbor for about a year an half. We live on the first floor so he would walk by my slider all the time. I thought he was the cutiest thing on earth for some reason. About a year after I first saw him walking back and forth across the slider I saw him up at the local gas station and said hello. Nothing came of it. About six months later I was walking out to the parking lot and noticed that he was wearing an Apoptygma Berzerk shirt which is pretty rare in this town. I commented that I liked his shirt and that night he stopped by my apartment to introduce himself. We've been together since.

[Guest Megalicious]

:laughing

At City Club, funny though out of all the people there I would have never thought I would have ended up with him At a first look he didn't look like my type at all .. example.

1. He was wearing nice shoes and he was here alone, to do that you have to have money to have money you have to have a job. YES A JOB. (not my type)

2.Wearing a "this is my clone" shirt = Dork, I didnt know that dorks were actaully real ... just a thing I had read about in books =) (not my type)

3. He smelled good =) and look like he actually cared about himself . (not my type)

4. He could carry on a conversation with me! (not my type)

5. It was clear that he was neiter drunk or high. (really not my type).

6. He was a complete gentelman with me, he didnt try to feel me up.

7. HE WAS FUNNY! =) ....... I loved that and still love that about him.

So there is this lovely looking red head that starts to talk to me. We pretty much "hit it off" right away. We talked all night over in a corner, and at the end of the night said our good-byes, like I said he was such a gentelmen, never tried to feel me up, or talk dirty to me or anything, didn't try as much as to even dance close to me and it was a relief, I didn't want a boyfriend, I didn't need a boyfriend. The last serious relationship that I had was 7 years of horror and well I wasn't looking to repeat that.

The following monday I had talk to him over IM and he told me I should come out to Ann Arbor and come to the necto. I didn't end up going, however he did ask me to have sushi with him the following saturday and after that a trip out to CC. We went and had a really good time, early in the night I told him I would like to go home with him, I did explain however that I just wanted to sleep next to him, not with him, and of course the complete gentelmen that he was .. he was ok with that.

It was really wonderful, we stayed up all night, just talked and got to know eachother, and it was really nice to wake up in someones arms for a change.

More dates followed, dinner, tigers games, the Majestic, ect. And there came a point where I told him that I really liked him and I wasn't to sure that it was a good thing. I was really hesitant.... and cautious ... but his wonderful witty humor, warm heart and

heart-stirring smile made me give in. We became an offical couple about a month a half of meeting eachother.

We have been togther even since .. over a year now. Though we have had MANY ups and downs, he is a good person he loves me like no other, and he brings out the good in me. We are about to have our first child and I can't think of a more loving, intellegent, understanding man to be the father of my son. I consider myself lucky, and I am very thankful.

[saechalyn]

Awww these stories are awesome. Great thread Marc!

[wheresmypiggy]

My sophmore year at FHS. I was in an electronics class (the only girl in there) and I was paired up with 3 other guys. All of them were freshmen of course. My teacher was even the football coach.

One day we had to do an experiment with resistors and capacitors (sp) instead of doing the experiment, John and I hooked them all up to butterballs (fat kid who loved to be called that) braces and fried him. It smelled like burnt bacon for awhile and his mouth smoked.

John and I dated for a few weeks after that then broke up and didnt talk much.

I didnt see him again until January 2005, ran into him at his work (Sams club on 10 & haggerty). He didnt even respond to me when I tried talking to him so I gave up. April 2005 I get a message via myspace and he left his number. I responded with an email, you know the common questions "how are you, hows life, what you been up to" and left it at that. That september I called him out of the blue and he kinda brushed me off.

A week later he called me and we went out for drinks just to catch up on old times. Sparks just seemed to fly but when I invited him back up to my apartment he declined. About a week after that I got a text message on my phone while I was at Riverside Rollerskating arena with my sister. "whats up sexy, im in class bored as hell, how are you" and the text messages went on from there.

On sweetest day I crashed my car and had to go to the hospital. I called him just to talk and he demanded that he would pick me up from work until I got another car. And he did.

On October 26 Columbine was going to play with the genitorturers and John was going to drive me there. When he arrived at my place I was on the phone with my ex David who was threatening to come over there and "fucking kill me" I was drunk and yelling and kept hanging up on him. John just sat there giggling. Finally he sat next to me and his phone rang. While he was talking I had this overwhelming feeling that this was my last chance to make a move.

I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him hard. We then had the most akward night of our lives. Both of us were so nervous. We missed the concert and ended up just holding each other all night long on a twin mattress. He left the next morning to go to a football game with his father and came back immediately after that. He hasn't left my apartment since.

Now we are so happily married and excited to have a baby on the way. It doesnt even feel like we ever broke up in h.s. We seriously have the fairy tale marriage.

[Homicidalheathen]

Hee hee! The basis for a great relationship!

:blushing  :innocent

All I'm going to say is it was at City Club and a lot of Tequilla was involved.

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[Brenda Starrr]

I had just left my ex. My roomates decided to have a party for me. I had heard about Wayne all summer long, as he had grown up with my roommate, Ken. I didn't think too much of him, though. Anyway, he walked into the party. I was far beyond piss drunk at that point. I was not pretty. NOT impressive at all, really. I was depressed, and just kept drinking, hence the drunken stupor.

Wayne apparently found me attractive, despite my stupor. I didn't find him attaractive at all. I didn't think that men with red hair were good-looking. I mean, they have red hair everywhere, If you know what I mean. I wanted nothing to do with dating at that point in time anyway. So, I ignored him. He called my roommates for an entire month, asking if I would go out with him. I kept saying no. My reasons:

1. He's 8 years younder than I am

2. Because of reason #1, I'll be 50, he'll be 42. He'll get sick of me, buy a Porsche to compensate for a poorly-working penis, and date strippers.

So.......

I was due to go to my 15 year reunion. My gay friend was supposed to go with me, but had to back out due to a death in the family. I had 2 tickets, and no buddy to go with me. Ken had this brilliant idea. :doh I had to choose between Wayne or our friend Jack. I definitely didn't want to go with Jack. All he did back then was brag about his 10 inch dick. :blink

I chose Wayne. But I also made him understand that I was NOT holding his hand. Nor was I even going to kiss him. But something changed throughout the evening. I found that we had so much in common. He'd tell me about himself, and I thought "No way. I like that stuff, too!" My defenses broke down. I actually liked him. We've been together almost 8 years, 4 of which we've been married. We broke up 3 times throughout our early years. But, we always managed to work it out. He loves my kids as if they were his. He loves me, warts and all.

I'm lucky. But he's luckier.

[The_Dark]

On Monday I came home from work to find my apartment emptied. I thought I had been robbed... until i found the note. my fiance of 2 years and a few months had left me. She drained my bank accounts... took everything of value out of the apartment and broke everything else. I was releived. I hadn't felt love for her in 6 months.. but I was comfortable and breaking up isn't something I am good at.

The next night my friends took me out to cheer me up.

They said they had a freind that they thought I might like... get my mind off being so broke and suddenly single. She had recently been broken up with too.

What the hell... I might get laid out of it.

Then I saw her... She was wearing a 20's style black flapper dress and a little hat... red hair with black streaks... and green eyes I never found the bottem of... I just kept falling into her eyes... i was in love. Not the kind of Love I had for my exfiance.. not the love I felt for my ex-wife... Real Love. I had to have this woman.

We chatted for all of 5min. and then she was gone...

I was haunted by those eyes...

I had to have her...

I'm pretty good with people in real life. I'm also a manipulative evil bastard when I need to be. I needed to be. As a manipulative evil bastard... I ahve learned to be damned charming.

I hated a plan.

The following week while she was on a date with some other guy... i showed up at the bar they were at... and invited her out to my car to smoke a joint. Riught in front of her date.. I also made it clear he was not welcome. She came out to the car and we ha a smoke.. talked a bit... I had the pleasure of looking into those eyes...

She went back to her date... (whom I later found out took her home because he was pissed that she went out with me)

Stage one complete.

Over the next few weeks I inserted myself in her life. Became friends with all her friends... showed up in places she was going to be.... but never made any advances toward her... I even got one of her friends to rent my spare room...

Then she went away for two weeks for Christmas break. I made the big move. I became friends with her room mate.

OK.. everythign is in place. I am a part of her life...

Jan. 1st.... 9pm...

She came home from her mothers house to find me sitting on the bed with her roommate waiting for her...

I invited her over to watch movies... It was safe.. her friend will be there too...

When we arrived at my house to watch movies.. the friend suddenly got a call and had to leave for the night....

The couch was 30 feet away from the 13" TV... and all the movies had subtitles....

She got bored and suduced me...

Two weeks later I took her home.. we stayed at her plavce for 3 nights.. then moved her into my place...

We have not been apart more than 4 days since.

[Brenda Starrr]

I hated a plan.

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You hated a plan? Why?

[pharoh]

Well I was born with it attached to my body, one night it whispered naughty things in my ear, been close ever since :erm

[BrassFusion]

Well I was born with it attached to my body, one night it whispered naughty things in my ear, been close ever since  :erm

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Fraternal conjoined twincest?

God, I just came up with the best band name EVER.

[Brenda Starrr]

Fraternal conjoined twincest?

God, I just came up with the best band name EVER.

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OMG, yes! You rock, BF!

[Steven]

I had just left my ex. My roomates decided to have a party for me. I had heard about Wayne all summer long, as he had grown up with my roommate, Ken. I didn't think too much of him, though. Anyway, he walked into the party. I was far beyond piss drunk at that point. I was not pretty. NOT impressive at all, really. I was depressed, and just kept drinking, hence the drunken stupor.

Wayne apparently found me attractive, despite my stupor. I didn't find him attaractive at all. I didn't think that men with red hair were good-looking. I mean, they have red hair everywhere, If you know what I mean.  I wanted nothing to do with dating at that point in time anyway. So, I ignored him. He called my roommates for an entire month, asking if I would go out with him. I kept saying no. My reasons:

1. He's 8 years younder than I am

2. Because of reason #1, I'll be 50, he'll be 42. He'll get sick of me, buy a Porsche to compensate for a poorly-working penis, and date strippers.

So.......

I was due to go to my 15 year reunion. My gay friend was supposed to go with me, but had to back out due to a death in the family. I had 2 tickets, and no buddy to go with me. Ken had this brilliant idea.  :doh  I had to choose between Wayne or our friend Jack. I definitely didn't want to go with Jack. All he did back then was brag about his 10 inch dick.  :blink 

I chose Wayne. But I also made him understand that I was NOT holding his hand. Nor was I even going to kiss him. But something changed throughout the evening. I found that we had so much in common. He'd tell me about himself, and I thought "No way. I like that stuff, too!" My defenses broke down. I actually liked him. We've been together almost 8 years, 4 of which we've been married. We broke up 3 times throughout our early years. But, we always managed to work it out. He loves my kids as if they were his. He loves me, warts and all.

I'm lucky. But he's luckier.

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I liked this one, great story.