How did you meet your wife, hubby, partner?

[magnatom]

At a ceilidh.

She was a flat mate of my friend and he brought his flat mates along to the Riverside Club in Glasgow (now sadly gone). It was a great night and we all got fairly sozzled. My wife to be, accidentally knocked a pint over one of my friends (my future best man). It went right over his crotch and he spent a good while drying off in the toilets. My wife to be, was very embarrassed and ended up talking to me most of the night as a result. I fancied her, she reckoned I was a bit short. The last dance came, I asked her up, and Dutch courage led to a dance floor snog (how romantic!). An older gentleman (in proper ceilidh atire) came up to us and told us, 'theres a time and place fur that sorta thing!'. So we went off to the club around the corner (Fury Murry's) which seemed like the place.

The rest as they say is history. It made for a good best mans speech!

 

[Keith Oates]

A mixed group of us used to go, via the ferry, to one or other of the islands near Hong Kong on Sunday mornings, then take a hike over the hills and finally have lunch with some beers before getting the ferry back to Hong Kong. We met during one of the trips and got talking and one date led to more until we got married. We now have two children and live and enjoy our home in the Philippines.

 

[RabbitFood]

Meet the mother of my little girl when i was 11 at School, was friends untill we were 20 then one night just hit it off and went out for 6 months before we broke up.

then 4 years later meet again on a dating site and realised that we should never had broke up and now looking to get ingaged with a very lovely girl and a boy each from previous relasthionships.

 

[Greedo]

See birth control is high on the agenda

Meet the mother of my little girl when i was 11 at School, was friends untill we were 20 then one night just hit it off and went out for 6 months before we broke up.

then 4 years later meet again on a dating site and realised that we should never had broke up and now looking to get ingaged with a very lovely girl and a boy each from previous relasthionships.

 

[RabbitFood]

lol long story there, I could start another forum just on my sex life and relasthinships.

i love it tho

 

[Globalti]

Failed relationships... that could occupy a whole massive thread.

The deep irony of it all is that now that I'm married I have completely cast off the dithering self-doubt I suffered as a batchelor and would happily ask anybody out. In fact I don't have any concerns nowadays about chatting away with any woman I meet casually, maybe because as a married bloke I know I'm never going to reach that stage of asking THE question.

 

[Cathryn]

I met Richard at work....sat opposite him and surreptitious glances made me think he was really quite hot. Not an exciting story but I'm damn glad I got that desk!!!

 

[GrumpyGregry]

The lovely Helen first got on my radar when she was 13 and I was 18 when her brother pointed out his little sister at school on her first day. Five years later when the torch she carried was starting to splutter and she was in lower VIth form she joined a youth group I ran. Two weeks later I asked her out, two weeks after that I asked her to marry me. The rest is history.

 

[Globalti]

Wow!

 

[karen.488walker]

in the wibbly wobbly on south dock marina.

 

[Piemaster]

Like RR I realised a chance happening was probably not going to happen (came close with a nurse in Canada though) so met her via a dating agency. She immediately impressed me on our first meeting in a pub by getting the first round in.
Working away with the job 1/2 the year is tough on seafarers relationships. Takes a special woman to put up with the job.

 

[TVC]

At work. We pretty much ignored each other for three years, then had to work together on a project and started talking - that was 19 years ago.

 

[Intelligenthamster]

Met Mr Hamster in, of all places, a nuclear bunker (my other hobby is military history). We kept bumping into each other on similar trips and realised we liked each other.

 

[dellzeqq]

I'd been in an affair. It was blindingly intense. For reasons that I won't bore you with it was never going to last - although the fact that it did last four years was extraordinary. We broke up.

I went on a dating binge. How on earth this happened I've no idea. It may be that when men reach a certain age (I was forty one) there is a kind of imbalance of availability. Whatever - a meaningless merry-go-round of smart meals and earnest conversation, interspersed with embarrassing sex ensued. I wasn't happy.

And then, down at the County Arms, my oldest friends (some of you will have met one of them) invited me on a camping trip. Of course I said yes - knowing full well that without a tent I'd never make it. And I was pissed - so not in a position to be taken seriously. But my friends had made plans. They had a spare tent. There was no escape.

So, there I am, standing in a field in Wiltshire with a dozen or so chums, most my age, some in posession of all of their teeth, not many of them in posession of all their faculties, when Junior arrives. We call him Junior because he was a year younger than us. He's driving a Mercedes estate. A blonde gets out of the passenger seat. My friend K**** says 'nice arse'. My friend A*** says 'very nice arse'. Poets, both of them. I wander over, and as we meet up I say 'since nobody here has the grace or the wit to introduce us, my name's Simon'. And we shook hands, and she told me her name.

That evening we walked in to town for a drink. She was wearing desert boots, blue jeans, a little fine-yarned wooly cardigan, and an anorak. As we crossed over the River Kennet, she gave a little skip. I fell in love.

She told a friend that if I didn't call in ten days she'd dump me. I waited nine days to call her - there being a little tidying up to do. We had dinner. The next day I had to meet a woman in St. John, and break up with her (alright, there was quite a bit of tidying up to do, and I'm not that tidy). I arranged to meet the Babe around the corner at Barbican tube station at 11.15. H**** got the message at 11.07. The Babe and I were kissing in Beech Street at 11.20. That's the way it was. We got married nine months later. Today is our 13th wedding anniversary.

 

[Auntie Helen]

Met Uncle James at Uni, although he made no impression on me initially.

After I split up with my long-term Uni boyfriend, I remember one day I was round a friend's house and James walked in and was hit with this feeling that I was going to marry him - and I didn't even know if I liked him!

After he went home, I talked to my friend about it. "Don't worry," she said, "you don't have to marry him if you don't like him." Phew, I thought, but I supposed it was worth getting to know him.

For about three months I messed him around, going out and then chucking him, never sure, wondering if I was being silly. I finally came to my senses (he's a wonderful chap!) and realised that he really was ideal for me. We got married aged 22 which was 16 years ago.