cookiemonster
Squire
- Location
- Hong Kong
I met mine at a birthday party at a restauraunt in Bangkok in Jan 2008.
Never been happier.
Never been happier.
How did you meet your wife, hubby, partner?
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Married to Night Train
- Location
- Salford, UK
It looks like I'm still waiting. I've realised I'm the sort of woman men don't want to live with, but are happy to shower with assorted free bicycle bits. I may have to have two head badges on my rebuilt bike.
Perhaps I could have a fantasy entry. I met my partner when I happened to ask him where the nearest bike shop was for a replacement widget while on tour (possibly in France) and he took me back to his house (chateau?) and showed me his well appointed and fully equipped workshop, all the while apologising for the aroma drifting over from his attached sideline businesses, the chocolate shop and cheese dairy...
Perhaps I could have a fantasy entry. I met my partner when I happened to ask him where the nearest bike shop was for a replacement widget while on tour (possibly in France) and he took me back to his house (chateau?) and showed me his well appointed and fully equipped workshop, all the while apologising for the aroma drifting over from his attached sideline businesses, the chocolate shop and cheese dairy...
After a hell of a day at work i went to a party in a friends house, after a bit of chit-chat with her and a few kisses later i could'nt be bothered, i was very drunk and knackered with work, so i tried to leave, however the lady of the party house had locked the door from the inside to stop anyone from letting her 6 cats escape, she was now asleep, so i climbed out of the window fell and cracked my head, Mrs bhoyjim heard the commotion looked out to see me lying in the garden, i told her i was trying to pick her some flowers, 12 years later 2 kids and a house, if only i had'nt fell.
Blackandblue
New Member
- Location
- London
I had a one night stand which ended disastrously.
We've been married three years now.
We've been married three years now.
GrasB
Veteran
- Location
- Nr Cambridge
Sitting on helpdesk she walks in then literally slams her user application & laptop IP forms down on the desk & snaps something like "they're filled in, now deal with them!". I look over see her hand as a fist with white knuckles paper scrunched up & quietly reply with "Hey, what's the matter?". Before I know it she's unloading on me. Not exactly the best introduction & she couldn't even bring her self to look me in the eye for weeks after but 9 months latter we moved in together so I must have made the right impression.
JtB
Prepare a way for the Lord
- Location
- North Hampshire
Touring Europe on an Interail train pass (during my student days), a Panamanian friend and I ended up in the north west corner of Spain (Galicia). We stopped off to visit a Spanish friend for a day that we knew from university and she brought along a couple of her friends. We had a great day touring the ragged coastline of Galicia and sampling the local food, and one of the friends (of the Spanish friend we were visiting) and I ended up writing to each other for nearly two years. Only problem was she couldn't speak English and I couldn't speak Spanish so I had to use the services my Panamanian friend to translate the letters. Things got even more complicated when I left university, because my translator moved to the states and I moved down south.
djb1971
Legendary Member
- Location
- Far Far Away
My wife is my ex bosses ex wife.
I'll leave it there .
I'll leave it there .
Dayvo
just passin' through
- Location
- 59° 50′ 5.55″ N, 10° 47′ 41.89″ E
User1314 said:Until my early thirties I worked during the weekday and spent weekends and evenings living in pubs. Had plenty of relationships but being pub girlfriends none of them lasted more then, ooh, couple of months.
Finally met someone who I liked who only drank a few glasses of wine a year...
...which meant I actually had to act a bit more mature then an eternal eighteen year old lad on the lash on lager to be taken seriously by her. IE - I had to build a relationship outside the holy trinity of my usual lotahrio dates of the time of kebabs, lager and listening to very loud post-punk stuff.
And for some reason she's decided to hang around for the last 15 years.
I always had you down as a youngish bloke, CoG, not an old git like
Bromptonaut
Rohan Man
- Location
- Bugbrooke UK
Met the future Mrs B in the hall at Perrin Road infant school in Wembley in May 1983.
Some way from childhood romance though. I was 23, she was 25 and the school was the meeting venue for the local YHA group. Being cyclists and, unlike many other members, living/working away from home we tended to get thrown together. The fact that she was going out with someone else was a bit of a bummer but we kept meeting socially or after club meetings to indulge our mutual liking of beer. Discovered we had lots in common and after a number of emabarrasings mornings after ("did I say something I shouldn't have last night!") we finally got together on the following bonfire night.
Twenty six years, two kids and a move out of London later we're still together.
Some way from childhood romance though. I was 23, she was 25 and the school was the meeting venue for the local YHA group. Being cyclists and, unlike many other members, living/working away from home we tended to get thrown together. The fact that she was going out with someone else was a bit of a bummer but we kept meeting socially or after club meetings to indulge our mutual liking of beer. Discovered we had lots in common and after a number of emabarrasings mornings after ("did I say something I shouldn't have last night!") we finally got together on the following bonfire night.
Twenty six years, two kids and a move out of London later we're still together.
Ravenbait
Someone's imaginary friend
- Location
- The Seventh Level of Hell
In the Student Union bar at Southampton. I was 17. My insomnia was in an acute phase and I hadn't slept in 4 days. I was suffering quite badly. He came round to my place and read me Winnie the Pooh stories so I didn't get too depressed in the wee small hours. For a week. He asked me out to an experimental music evening at the union. It snowed while we were in there and the walk back to my digs was surreal. There were dozens of people in the streets throwing snowballs at each other but we were invisible, arm in arm, completely impervious.
Got engaged 3 weeks later, still together and in love 20 years on.
Sam
Got engaged 3 weeks later, still together and in love 20 years on.
Sam
We met paint-balling in May 1988. There weren't many people doing it in 1988 and it certainly wasn't somewhere to go to pick up chicks, but, well, whatever works, eh?
I didn't actually want to go but a friend was organising a group and someone pulled out at the last minute, so I was stand in. Back then, paint-balling required full safety gear, including full-face masks, full overalls and a lot of thick clothing to absorb the pellets, so I wasn't sure whether this creature wearing a drab olive romper suit said that its name was Ricky, Nicky, Vicky, Dicky, Mickey or what. It was only after we got shot in the arse together that we got back to the safe area and it took its mask off to reveal that it was female.
An evening in the Phoenix and Firkin (in Dulwich, IIRC) later and she told me her number, thinking that there was no way that I'd remember it, being completely out of my head on Firkin beer. Unfortunately for her, I'm good with numbers. When I called the next day, she wasn't sure which of the group I was. So I was a bit disappointed to turn up to take her out for a meal, only to hear her say "Oh, its you!"
I guess the meal worked as we started going out in August 1988, got married in July 1989 and I've just got back from taking the boy-child out sailing for his 13th birthday party.
I didn't actually want to go but a friend was organising a group and someone pulled out at the last minute, so I was stand in. Back then, paint-balling required full safety gear, including full-face masks, full overalls and a lot of thick clothing to absorb the pellets, so I wasn't sure whether this creature wearing a drab olive romper suit said that its name was Ricky, Nicky, Vicky, Dicky, Mickey or what. It was only after we got shot in the arse together that we got back to the safe area and it took its mask off to reveal that it was female.
An evening in the Phoenix and Firkin (in Dulwich, IIRC) later and she told me her number, thinking that there was no way that I'd remember it, being completely out of my head on Firkin beer. Unfortunately for her, I'm good with numbers. When I called the next day, she wasn't sure which of the group I was. So I was a bit disappointed to turn up to take her out for a meal, only to hear her say "Oh, its you!"
I guess the meal worked as we started going out in August 1988, got married in July 1989 and I've just got back from taking the boy-child out sailing for his 13th birthday party.
