<p>I was working in the University library, putting myself through grad school in the Midwest. A co-worker was from Rhode Island and complained all the time that everyone in the Midwest talked funny. One day she and I had walked across campus to get lunch. While we were waiting in line, she suddenly whipped around and shouted “Who is from Rhode Island? I HEAR you! Come out!” It turned out a guy she had gone to high school was in the philosophy grad school and he was waiting for lunch as well. He had a friend with him, a tall skinny guy with dark hair and a dark beard who who wore an army jacket and black beret but never said a word. The two Rhode Islanders were so excited to find each other that we met him every day for lunch for the next two weeks. His friend came along most days, but never said a word. My co-worker and I took to calling him Che Guevara. One day his friend didn’t come to lunch and I said, “Hey Che Guevara is really cute, but he never talks, what’s the deal?” He started laughing and said, “He thinks you’re really cute, but he calls you Heidi and he says you never STOP talking.” The next day Che asked me to play tennis and we’ve been together for 26 years and counting. Imagine that, Che married Heidi.</p>
<p>She wiggled and jiggled.</p>
<p>At a mutual friend’s Trivial Pursuit party … although we were friends for about 1 1/2 years before we became a couple … (later I found out she called her best friend the night of the trivial pursuit party and told her about a guy she met at the party but “he was nice but young”)</p>
<p>at a job interview</p>
<p>Just before law school started. Our section (~100 kids) got together to meet each other by playing a touch football game on a lawn at school. There was this short guy on the other team who caught a couple of touchdown passes because no one was defending him, most macho guys thinking that short guys aren’t athletic, 
I stormed back into our huddle after he caught the second long pass and yelled, “If no one is going to guard him, I will!” He didn’t catch another pass after that. We have been married for 32 years.</p>
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<p>Yeah, isn’t it said how no one meets the traditional way anymore, the way our grandparents did? By, you know, wiggling and jiggling?</p>
<p>Rural small town high school. I had a horse that I kept in an old barn close to the h.s. I always rode him on the big open field behind the school. The h.s. tennis courts were right by the field. DH claims he first saw me from the tennis courts one summer day as I cantered by (rode bareback) on my horse, and decided then that we should go out. I didn’t even see him then…guess I was concentrating on not falling off the horse. </p>
<p>I decided to join the h.s. marching band later that summer and there he was, the star trumpet player. We got to know each other in band camp but he didn’t ask me out.<br>
When the first football game rolled around, we had to ride the band bus to get to the game. DH plopped himself down in my seat and it became his permanant seat from then on.</p>
<p>“avoidingwork” - “at a job interview” - good thing you don’t always avoid work!</p>
<p>At our mutual summer job in a swimming pool store. We met during the summer when he was 18 and I was 16 but did not date until the next year, when we both returned to the same summer job.</p>
<p>This does not seem to be hereditary. Neither of my kids has ever dated anyone whom they met at a summer job or internship.</p>
<p>My H and I were both invited to dinner by mutual friends who thought we had a lot in common. My first H left me when my D was only two and my now-H’s previous wife left him and took their kids with her. </p>
<p>I wasn’t really planning to date anyone for a long time. A year later we were engaged. We celebrated our 20th anniversary in August. My H helped me raise my D, and she considers him her “real” dad.</p>
<p>I was a freshman and had gone to visit a girlfriend who lived in another dorm. We were sitting in her room, ostensibly studying but most likely really shooting the breeze, and a guy walked by. It was her RA. She invited him in and introduced me. He asked me where I was from, I told him the city, and he said, “Oh, I am too” and then gave a particular location which was actually legit. My friend rolled her eyes and told me that he was pulling my leg (which he was). It was the beginning of 20+ years of having him pull my leg, as that is still his warped sense of humor.</p>
<p>The funnier story is how we started dating, though. I had gone to school at the same u as my hs boyfriend, who was a year older than me. We had dated for (at that time) 2 years and were Very Serious. I asked him to a dance my sorority was putting on. He said no. I cried and cried. And then I dried my tears and thought, “I’ve got to find a date.” I called my friend and asked if her RA was seeing anyone / had a girlfriend. She said no. So, I called and invited him, he accepted, we had a wonderful time, I broke up with Other Guy and the rest is history. But what I didn’t tell him was that he was #3 on my list. The other 2 guys weren’t there when I called, and this was pre-answering machines, so if someone wasn’t there, oh well, you had missed them. How life would be different if #1 or #2 had been there. Ha ha.</p>
<p>Met her at CIA headquarters. She was the new girl in the Office of Protocal and I was an Agent on the Director’s security staff. I remember walking up to her and saying “Hi. We haven’t met. I"m NJ Paladin.” She swears I said “I’m NJ Paladin, you should know me.” Regardless, we have been together 23 years now. I think she figured that Top Secret security clearances, background investigations and polygraph tests were a good way to screen her dates!</p>
<p>We met playing volleyball on the same team. He was the only unattached male on our team. He called & left a message with my secretary. She put his message in a pile with all those seeking an open house for a foreclosure. I called everyone a week later, trying to set up a common date for the open house. He protested attending an open house and said he wanted us to go to the opera (which was my least favorite thing in the world & happened to be that night–since his message had been sitting in my in-box for a week).</p>
<p>We’ve been attending operas for over two dozen years now as H&W! I’ve come to enjoy them & D loves them as well (tho S doesn’t like them much).</p>
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<p>That is just a great line for a book!</p>
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<p>Wow, giving your CC name even back then. You must been a double-secret special agent! :-)</p>
<p>junior year of college.we “knew” each other through mutual friends but were student aides together in the Registrar’s Office and became each others sounding boards about troubles we each had in our romantic relationships.One thing led to another,romance bloomed! Secret meetings in stairwells,writing each other love notes on punch cards (remember those?) The women office workers were thrilled! We just celebrated our 34th anniversary.
Moral of the story…take seriously the relationships your kids develop those final years in college…we know lots of couples who met then!</p>
<p>We worked together in the same office. He was all about hanging out with the guys and pseudo-macho. Imagine my surprise when he showed up at the door of my apartment with flowers for my birthday. It was a deliver-and-dash thing because he was then heading off with friends to watch the Olympics and have a few beers. Several days later, I invited him over to watch the Miracle on Ice upset. Its been 30 years since those purple flowers and yes, we always get sentimental during the Winter Olympics.</p>
<p>Pizzagirl…you are in target…I was thinking the same></p>
<p>I was an assistant public defender representing a woman accused of trying to kill her Mafia-connected husband. My wife-to-be was the court reporter for the local newspaper covering the trial. I lost the case, but gained a lifelong companion and best friend</p>
<p>I met my wife 40 years ago, the summer before our senior years of high school, when we were both 16, working at a day camp. I was in charge of the lake waterfront and boating program, she was a counselor for nursery school age kids, I was also the bus counselor on her route. She was dating someone else. We dated the senior year of high school (we went to neighboring districts) but didn’t hit it off. Didn’t see her again until the summer before our senior year of college when we dated again, but again didn’t hit it off. Then by coincidence, we unexpectedly stumbled into each other the first day of law school in orientation and started commuting in and out with each other, becoming close friends. She was engaged at the time. By the end of the first semester second year of law school, I had convinced her fiancee, without ever saying a single word to suggest it and without there being a grain of reality to it, that she and I were having an affair. (I simply continued to be her friend, commute with her - and I became her mother’s best friend, spending a lot of time hanging at her parents’ house visiting with them, answering the phone when the fiancee would call.) He went insane, accusing her of having an affair with me, and she broke off the engagement. We then started dating again and the third time was the charm.</p>
<p>The ICU of a large city hospital.</p>
<p>We were both interns, working 24 hour shifts on (usually turned into 30 hours), 24 hours off- for 2 months in that unit. We lived and breathed our work. We were on opposite shifts, so interacted only making rounds and signing off to each other for 2 hours of each 24.
It was by far the most intense time of our years of medical training. You see the best and the worst of people in that situation. He was stellar, and likes to tell people that he fell in love when I was putting in a central line ( IV in a large vein under the clavicle) with composure during a cardiac arrest situation.</p>