How did you meet your wife, hubby, partner?

[Aperitif]

A friend gave his girlfriend a bracelet he'd plaited out of some dried grass as a token when he proposed. I'm sure it's something she'll treasure forever. Could you do something like that then go shopping together for a ring once you have the money?

She's already got RabbitFood Helen - another tranche of grass might be a veg too far!

(Only joking RFood - do what Helen says. I value things the most when people have given their time to make something - for example...(but I'm partial to a new Roubaix Expert ahem!). Good luck wih the weaving).

 

[beanzontoast]

Yes, I've never understood this 'We want to get married but can't afford it' thing. Just get married! The fussy wedding thing is a load of hassle, IMO, and simple can be just as meaningful, if not more so.

+1 and how!

I know people want to make the day 'special', but is it really 'special' to wake up the next day knowing you've blown £5000, £10000, £15000 on a single day?!! Not necessary in my book.

 

[Fab Foodie]

thus proving that romance is not dead....

At least honest, spur of the moment, passionate and enduring!

 

[SavageHoutkop]

Well, seeing as I helped take the thread somewhat off-topic...

Mr SavageHoutkop & I met at university, we were doing the same course. Not very interesting, unfortunately...

Although, to counter a previous comment that Uni's not the place to meet your significant other, out of our bunch of friends four couples have married (incl. us) & another are living together happily ('marriage is not our thing').

 

[colly]

Blind date. It was a lorra lorra laughs.

 

[Hover Fly]

I was in the "Bull' in Coniston, having a beer break on my way back from Thirlmere, when I spotted three of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. "Too good for you" my companion said. When we got up to leave of of the women came over and asked if I knew the way to Hawkshead, now one thing Coniston is not short of is signposts to Hawkshead, any way I told her the scenic route, and she said,in a drop dead French accent "You are very kind, would you like to show us round?" Would I!!! Any I spent the rest of the week in their charming company. As we were saying good-bye, the future Mme HF said "You have been gentle with us, I want you to come to visit my castle". So phones were rung, tickets bought, and early November found me on the TGV going across Western France and thinking "What am I doing here? what if it's all a big practical joke, what if they slit my throat and steal my money?" Any way, it was a non-stop TGV and soon enough I was on the platform of Bordeaux St. Jean with a mobile that didn't work in France and no idea where to meet. After a few minutes I heard a voice "Steeven" and I was shown into the back of a car. After half an hour I was going through the gates of her gaff and being shown into the entrance hall. I had to bite my tongue to stop myself saying "Cor! It's bit posh here innit?" So I spent a week thinking I could get used to this and resisting the urge to call the cook to make me a bacon butty. The end of the week came and I was all packed up ready to go yam, when Sylvie came in to my room and locked the door. "I am not letting you go until you promise to marry me" she said, "You know you'll never have an offer like this again". So I did promise.

 

[longers]

10/10 Hover Fly

You couldn't make it up.

 

[Crackle]

10/10 Hover Fly

You couldn't make it up.

You couldn't could you. Blimey. That's brilliant.

 

[Plax]

My stories pretty boring in comparison. I met Mr Plax at work. He was one of my first phone calls, and I thought he had a sexy voice. I asked one of the girls if he was good looking and she burst out laughing. She said he was a lovely bloke but a bit ugly. When I did meet him I was a bit disappointed as he was bald and fat.

Over time though I overcame the fact he was bald, fat, smoked, liked football and had Jones for a surname. For the next two years I used to use any excuse to go over to his office etc and the girls dropped all sorts of hints for him to ask me out but being a bit dim that way he didn't get it. In the end they had to sit him down and tell him to ask me out.

Our first date was at the cinema. My sister and her then boyfriend were also at the cinema and literally sat in the row in front of us without realising. I then got grilled by my dad when my sister grassed me up, wanting to know who I was on a date with and why hadn't I told him about it etc etc. Mr Plax still to this day doesn't believe me that I honestly didn't know my sister was going to the cinema.

Anyway 3 1/2 years on and we are still going strong, he has lost a bit of weight of his own accord but my persistant nagging has got him to stop smoking. I still have to put up with getting dragged to the football though and he refuses to go cycling, but nobody's perfect .

 

[Flying_Monkey]

HoverFly, I'd heard about your French chateau before, but no the full story. Top stuff.

On rings etc. My wife and I never had engagement rings and we don't have wedding rings. Neither of us are jewelry kind of people, and we never thought that we needed signs to remind us or other people we were married.

 

[dellzeqq]

10/10 Hover Fly

You couldn't make it up.

crikey HF. What, without wishing to breach the monumental ramparts of your modesty, was the attraction?

 

[dellzeqq]

Over time though I overcame the fact he was bald, fat, smoked, liked football and had Jones for a surname. For the next two years I used to use any excuse to go over to his office etc and the girls dropped all sorts of hints for him to ask me out but being a bit dim that way he didn't get it. In the end they had to sit him down and tell him to ask me out.......... I still have to put up with getting dragged to the football though and he refuses to go cycling, but nobody's perfect .

bald, fat, smokes, a bit dim, doesn't ride a bike. Fine.

 

[PaulB]

After half an hour I was going through the gates of her gaff and being shown into the entrance hall.

I'm sure this is from the letters page of Men Only, circa 1982!

 

[Fab Foodie]

I'm sure this is from the letters page of Men Only, circa 1982!

These days he'd be led straight up the back passage...

 

[Headgardener]

Well! Although I am not in a relationship with this lady I have liked her for about 11 years. We met when Helen had just got off of the bus taking our Church outing to Swanage and she was looking for the toilets in order to dispose of the bucket of vomit that her youngest daughter had produced on the way down. Sorry it's a bit yuck but it's true you ask her.