Not a parent (yet… still trying) but my husband and I met on the first day of college. The problem was, I was engaged to someone else.
Year and a half later, after that relationship fell apart, we started dating. Moved in with each other within a month and never looked back. Our 4 year wedding anniversary is this week. (We married after I finished my masters)
Oh yeah and I don’t actually remember meeting him that first day but he remembers it vividly enough for the both of us
@Lindagaf I was Mr R’s first girlfriend. He was my 2nd bf (though there was an ex gf too).
We met in college. I was undergrad, he was taking some of the same classes to prepare for a career change masters. We knew each other for two years before we started dating. Together now 34 years, married 28, two kids out of college. We share a couple major hobbies and are looking forward to winding down to retirement.
We met in Organic Chemistry class. This was back in 1970s and there were far fewer women in science then. So it was easy for me to notice her, since she was one of only three girls in the class. I was far less noticeable as one of the 50 or so boys. One day early in the semester two of the three girls were arguing in the hallway prior to class over the right answer for a question in a problem-set, and so she came over and asked me what answer I got as a sort of tie-breaker. Fortunately my answer both agreed with hers and turned out to be the correct answer. That broke the ice and I ended up sitting by those two girls for the rest of the semester.
But that didn’t mean she was interested in dating me, because in those days she was very much a Serious Student, and she viewed dating anybody as something of a distraction from her studies. The following semester I took Entomology, and part of the grade in that class depended on building your own extensive insect collection. In order to get an A on your collection it needed to have at least 15 orders and 80 families of insects represented. That’s a lot. For example, every kind of grasshopper you ever saw in your life, from big, colorful flying ones to tiny, brown hopping ones, all belong to one order and one family. Getting someone to help you to collect the bugs was allowed, so I asked her if she wanted to go insect collecting - knowing that the science angle would appeal to her, and plus she could tell herself that it wasn’t actually a date. Tramping around together in the woods and meadows carrying butterfly nets for 6 or 7 consecutive Saturdays did the trick. This September we will celebrate our 44th wedding anniversary.
High school but didn’t date or marry until late twenties. Different colleges different cities in our early twenties ten ended up in the same place at the same time.
I met my first husband while in college, but I met him at a part-time job. He knew I was serious about college, and decided he better go also. He eventually got his degree in his early 30s, while working full-time. I was going to grad school after working for several years while he was finishing up undergrad, but he did it.
No. We worked for the same company, but different offices. My manager was his friend and he kept telling each of us we needed to meet. We met at a meeting, he can still remember what I wore.
After our first date I told my mom I was going to marry him. And we did 2 years later. We’ve been married 27 years.
Yes, graduate school. First time we met was at one of those open info sessions that grad schools have for prospective students so I recognized her first day of class.Now we can attend reunions together and alumni club parties.
Second semester of grad school for me; first semester of grad school for him. He was my dad’s student. We had two classes together (Prestressed Concrete Design and Finite Elements). We met on January 18 and he proposed on April 17.
Not at college and he was my second boyfriend. I was a 17 year old senior in HS and he was a 23 year old man when we were introduced. My HS friend lived next door to him and was dating a guy who worked with him so that couple hatched a plan to get us together. (Fun facts: He ended up next door to my friend because he got a head injury at work and was laid off so he went to live with his sister who bought that house because her rental burned down. It took a bit of tragedy to get him there.)
I went to college 2 hours away and we saw each other every weekend. He proposed Christmas of my freshman year when I was 18. After two years at college, I got married at 19 and finished my degree with night school.
It all sounds a little crazy looking back. Last weekend was our 23rd anniversary.
@surfcity Most people I know met their spouses after college. No need to worry!
Also, considering most people in this country don’t even go to college…
My wife and I met in college, when she was a sophomore and I a junior, but we didn't become a couple until after I graduated. We were members of the same residential college, although she had moved off campus. She was good friends with the girlfriend of one of my friends (and senior-year roommate), and she also had another friend who lived four floors above me in the same entryway that spring. Our first long talk occurred when we ran into each other on the staircase by my front door. I developed a crush on her immediately, but it took until after I graduated for her to end a pre-existing long-distance relationship and to decide to see what would happen with me (and, frankly, for me to get out of a social context that would have been obnoxious to her had she tried to fit herself into it).
We were involved for five+ years before we got married, but spent a total of only about two years of that living in the same place. She followed me across the country twice, then we wound up settling where she could get the job she wanted.
I was her third or fourth relationship, but none of the prior ones was very serious. My first girlfriend had lasted a little over a year between the end of 10th grade and the beginning of 12th, but I made it from then through college without ever having an official girlfriend. There were a number of almosts – relationships that started up but cooled off fast, largely because I was not willing to put the work in to maintain them. I was very active and flirty; my future spouse was not.
My son and his future spouse met in their second college class ever. They were in a year-long 20-student core curriculum seminar together, and five floors apart in the same large dorm. He liked her a lot; she thought he was a jerk. They later wound up in the same smallish major (which neither had originally targeted) and the same senior seminar for that major. They both liked each other by then, but my son had a serious girlfriend. They both got jobs in the city where they went to college after graduation, and their much-reduced social circles somewhat merged in a bunch of group activities. The following year, after my son had finally split with his last college girlfriend and my daughter-in-law had started medical school two hours away, my son finally asked her out for a one-on-one date. They got married four-and-a-half years later.
She was girlfriend #8 for him, and that’s counting conservatively. From middle school on, girls generally liked him a lot, and he liked them back. He was definitely her first and only boyfriend. There was an ethnic/cultural divide. It hurt her parents for her to cross it. She wasn’t going to do that frivolously, and she didn’t.
My parents had the best "school" meeting. My mother was in the second class of women admitted to Harvard Law School. My father was a 2L her first year. My mother applied to join the largest moot court club, the Marshall Club, which had never had a woman as a member. The club decided to hold a public debate on whether to admit women in general, and my mother in particular, followed by a vote of its members. My father -- a couple months away from becoming president-elect of the club -- was one of two principal speakers against the proposition that my mother should be eligible for membership. His side lost the vote. My parents met at the post-vote cocktail party.
For almost all my life, I believed that my father had reluctantly accepted an assignment by the current club leadership to defend the indefensible exclusion of women. After my mother died at 81, I said something to that effect, and my father pulled me aside to correct me: No, he had really thought it was a bad idea to admit women. He would never say so publicly, of course, but he still wasn’t so sure it had been a good idea.
I met my first husband in college. Turns out he was a serious womanizer but I was too “in love” to really notice. Not saying I hold my alma mater responsible for my poor choice in first husbands, but…let’s just say he loved that frat culture.
Met my second husband in grad school. He taught me how to use a rotovap and he cut my TLC plates for me. He’s a keeper! Been married for 35 years.
I met my H at the very end of me graduating from high school - he is almost 4 years older so he was in college! We dated the summer before I went to college lightly and stayed together creating more of a relationship after freshman year. But we went to different colleges about an hour away from each other and three hours from our home town. I dated around a little bit my freshman year but otherwise he was my only serious boyfriend. He had a long time girlfriend in high school and maybe his first year or so of undergraduate before I knew him.
Yup. He was one of two TAs in a class I took. No guidelines were breached, however, as we didn’t start seeing each other for weeks after the class ended.
