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Post by lizzylou on Jul 8, 2010 20:06:44 GMT -5
That's a good twist to the question.
How did you know they were "the one"
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Post by Karen on Mar 20, 2011 11:31:36 GMT -5
Reviving this as we've had some new members since.
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Post by gemstone on Mar 20, 2011 13:32:25 GMT -5
I was relatively newly single and had my eye on someone (I had my eye on them for a while actually!!). I went out one evening to my local rock night for a good drink and dance with friends, and 'Hot Guy' as he had become known in my circle of friends was there. I spent most of the evening chatting to him and flirting with him, which was fun, until he said he had a girlfriend. I was a little miffed as I wasn't aware of this, although he was doing absolutely nothing wrong, just talking to a girl, that wasn't the point for me!! Anyway, I went off to get a drink and as I had been adding loads of people to my facebook, I saw someone I had added who was a friend of my best friend - they are both in bands and my friend knew him pretty well as his band are quite big. I wandered over to him and said 'Hi! I'm Gem, I added you on facebook a little while ago!' He looked at me with a blank face and went 'Oh, Hi'. I was like 'OK then, bye!' and walked off thinking, just another stuck up idiot in a band who is waiting for someone cooler to come along! Anyway, I carried on flirting with Hot Guy who was becoming more drunk and naughty and then Stuck Up guy came over and started talking to me. I wasn't particularly interested as I thought he was a c0ck (I was drunk and annoyed with him for his rudeness!), but he seemed nicer as we were chatting. I went home alone at the end of the night After that Hot Guy and and I exchanged a few naughty emails until he put a stop to it! Anyway, Stuck Up guy emailed me and was rather persistant and I liked him more and more - turned out we grew up in the same village, went to the same primary school, had a lot of the same friends but were a few years apart so had never actually met. He said he was so shocked that a hot girl had come over to talk to him that he just froze! Eventually, after much emailing we went on a date and the rest is history!!! Incidentally, that night I didn't go home with him (I had to be up early the next day for a big family thing, nothing to do with being good or anything!) and he caught 3am train home or something - except he fell asleep, missed his stop and woke up three hours away!!! He still blames me for that!!! What is highly amusing though, is that him and Hot Guy are best friends and work together! Hot Guy was a little annoyed when he split up with his girlfriend a month after that evening...however the three of us have loads of fun together!
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Post by Karen on Mar 20, 2011 18:18:59 GMT -5
Ooh, Gem, sounds like straight out of a romance novel!! The snub, the other attraction, etc. Nice work!! If the guy ended up on a train 3 hours away because of you and he's still around, he's quite the keeper!!
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Post by JC on Mar 20, 2011 18:36:14 GMT -5
HAHA what a great story!
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Post by danniv on Mar 20, 2011 20:52:09 GMT -5
alright well i was 15 he was 16. he worked at my local bowling centre (10 pin). what can i say for me it was love at firs sight. he was so handsome, so cool, calm and collected. and i could barely say a word to him but "hi". i have always been on the shy side around new people.
anyways he asked my friend who bowled in a league for my number. we started talking and we have been fairly inseperable ever since, with exception to a 6 month period.
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Post by neina on May 16, 2012 15:22:13 GMT -5
OOh! What a fun thread!! I met my husband Matthew at a Youth Group. He was the quiet home-schooled pastor's kid, and I was the obnoxious, public-schooled girly-goth. ("girly" and "goth" don't usually go together.. but somehow I managed it... ) I thought he was kinda cute and so I tried to talk to him. He was super quiet and would only answer me with 1 worded answers. This bothered me so much and I was DETERMINED to get to know him. When we did projects around the neighborhood, I would try to be his partner (he says he doesn't remember it... guys are pretty clueless sometimes! lol). We on the praise-team together (he played keyboard and I sang) Eventually we became really good friends. We stayed up for HOURS every night instant messaging. I really liked him, even though I had a boyfriend. I eventually broke up with my boyfriend and vowed not to date anyone else until I was out of high school (I was a junior) He emailed me and told me how he felt about me, and after I read it I freaked out and didn't respond. He tried to talk to me in person a few times and I made excuses and avoided him. Eventually we decided to be friends who just liked each other. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. After awhile he asked me out officially with a dozen of pink roses. After 4 years of dating (and surviving a long distance relationship while I was in college), we were hiking in the mountains and he proposed to me! I said "yes", of course... The ring was too big for my finger (he guessed at the size), and I was terribly afraid I would lose it on the way down, but I refused to take it off. We had our wedding on December 18th 2008 and there we had our very first kiss. My husband is no longer so shy and innocent around me. He is actually a big brat that picks on me all of the time! lol He is a huge part of me, I don't know what I would ever do without him.
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Post by Heather on May 31, 2012 13:22:56 GMT -5
The short story: rats.
The extended version: in high school I dated this psycho (schizoprenic, actually), Jason, who toyed with me and strung me along for 3 years after we broke up, even through me moving to a different city 2 hours away for a year, and through multiple new girlfriends for him. He was never a drinker, actually he kind of snubbed his nose at people who drank alcohol at all. One night I called him and he was drunk with his new fiance. I was so hurt and pissed that I told him if he didn't call me the next day, he could forget about ever talking to me again.
The next day I was invited to go to a Christmas party down in North Carolina with a girl (Kira) I only knew from the Rats Rule forums. I have had pretty severe problems with depression for a long time, and had read somewhere that the worst thing you can do is close yourself off from society, so I thought it would be good for me to go. The party was for a rat rescue in NC, and we both lived in the Tidewater area of VA. I thought it would just be her and me, but when I got to her house, this cute guy answered the door. I had no idea who he was, but he said she had just gone to the store for something and would be right back, and then we would get on the road. The entire 3.5 hour drive to the party, and the entire drive back, she said in the back with her dog, Rohan, and I sat up front talking to Sam.
I had just decided I was going to stop telling every new guy I met all about my sex life--really bad habit I had picked up, as I'm sure it made me look really easy. But I figured Sam was "safe" because he was in a long-term relationship (3 years at that point). So, I told Sam pretty much my life story in a nut shell, and he told me about his relationship with Kira, and how they barely even had sex once a month. This was in the prime of my sexuality, I was 23 and almost a nymphomaniac, and while I was slightly overweight at about 180 lbs. and 5'9", I knew I was hot sh*t. I had worn some tight black pants that laced up the sides and they kept sliding down. Every time I sat down my thong slid up, and Sam spent the whole time at the party following me around and staring at my ass.
After we got back up to VA, Sam gave me his IM name and we started talking online. I hung out with Kira only a couple times after that, and they both at one point told me that they had been trying to break up for like a year and a half. When Sam finally did break up with her so he could start dating me, she was pretty mad. On the one hand, it seems ridiculous for her to act like that when she didn't even like him, but on the other hand I can see how that would suck. She kept telling me he would leave me for someone else. He did break up with me once because he felt he had never gotten a chance to date around, but then he realized what he was missing I guess.
Kira emailed him about a year after we were married. Sam told her he was married, and she asked if it was anyone she knew. He said, "Yeh, actually. It's Heather." She was shocked. She had moved to upstate New York, gotten a nose job, a boyfriend, and a girlfriend, and become a stripper.
We've been together for five years, and while our relationship has changed a lot, and still needs work, I think it's good because we are still open to compromise and love each other very much. I can't imagine life without him.
Sometimes I am really mean, and I don't mean to be. I asked him the other day if he felt like he was important to me, and he said he usually does, but that sometimes he feels replaceable. I told him I had read a Marilyn Monroe quote that said, "If you can't handle me at my worst, you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." He is the *only* one who can handle me at my worst, and that includes my parents.
Jason, of course, never called me that next day, though he claims he did. I have a cell phone, it would have shown up. He actually tried to friend me on Facebook a while back too, and I could not figure out why in the hell he would think I would want to be friends with him. I meant it when I told him I would never speak to him again.
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