How did you meet your loved one?

[Sunraven]

Whether it be walking down the road, in bar, at a club, at work, in the grocery store or even online as long as you are both happy does it really matter where you met?

Hmm... am I the only one that read this like a Dr. Seuss book? :D Anyone??

[itsjustmebub]

lol cute

[Natalka]

Hopefully they were happy tears Natalka!!!
I am feeling great!! (and thank you for the nice compliment!)

Definitely happy tears! I love a love story! Hence, the Happy Love Story Thread!

[Litesandsirens911]

Well, I posted about how my love and I met online back when this thread was created in 2009..we met online in 2002...still happy to say we are still happily married and life is great...we are best friends and thankful every day that we met ONLINE- going to be 11 years now, married for 6 and have lifelong plans for our future <3
And yes, all 4 of our children know how we met and as a matter of fact, my sister and her hubby who met on POF are still going strong 2 kids later and 6 years together....

[vesper]

I like this thread! Happy people in Love is a joyous thing!

[sweet sparrow]

Mine may not be in the league of great stories, but it might be in the running for longest! It happened near Valentine's day, so maybe it'll qualify for a Valentine's story.

DH and I first met around this time, long long ago, back in a grade 9 French class. It was a new school term in the semestered system, so though we'd seen each other before, I don't think we'd ever exchanged two words. Running late for class (as always), I scooted into one of the last remaining seats at the very front of the room. It just happened that my future DH was directly to my left. I smiled and said hello, and years later, DH tells me he never forgot that smile during the time we were apart. Throughout the class, our teacher would ask us to pass our quizzes to the student on the left, behind, in front, etc. for marking. Each time I got my paper back, DH had drawn a smiley reflecting how I did on the quiz. (If I did well, I'd get a big smile with teeth, if I did average, I would get a half smile, and so on.)

At the time, I was completely uninterested because I first heard of him months ago from my friend who was trying to shake off his attentions. She had heard rumours. His "best friend" upon hearing that he showed any interest in any girl whatsoever would be the first to blab to the entire world (and use the P.A. system if he could). DH told him one day that he was interested in me, expecting the news to filter to me somehow.

This was one time his best friend actually kept it to himself and decided that he would start talking to me, paying me special attention, calling, etc. At the same time, he was telling me DH was still quite interested in my friend. Fast forward to the fall, and I began dating his best friend, while DH, not long after, began dating another girl. His best friend became interested in DH's new girlfriend and drama followed. DH took him aside one day and gallantly told his friend that I was a nice girl and didn't deserve what he was doing behind my back. His friend ignored him and I eventually found out about the his attempted cheating. That ended our relationship and DH broke up with his girl eventually also. However, his best friend consistently reminded DH that he was not to be anywhere near me because "friends don't date other friends' ex-girlfriends". How convenient!

DH began dating another girl, but as we were all a good group of friends, he persuaded one of his shy friends to ask me to our prom. In his mind, he was protectively keeping two other boys away, one of them being the ex and the other was another "good friend" of his. The story, as I heard it, was that our friend was too shy to ask any girl to the prom. If I didn't go with him, it would break up our happy group. I did go with him and we gained a good picture and a laugh about it. That summer after high school, he broke up with his girlfriend and we dated briefly, held hands, went out for ice cream in the park, visited the lighthouse to watch the boats come in .... He never gave me any hint that he wanted to see me in the fall, after I had left for university. He was going to stay behind in our little town and work to save for college. Thinking I was out of his league, and, not wanting to hold me back, he never said those words I was waiting to hear.

I remember we were at the lighthouse, under a blanket of stars, asking him if he thought we could make things work. He looked into my eyes and (keeping all his excuses to himself in mind) told me that he "didn't know". That was certainly not what I was looking for and I resigned myself to thinking he wanted to be free for college.

As time went on, I left for university and wrote him a single postcard with my contact info on it. He excitedly showed his roommate (or the other good friend he tried to protect me from) that I had written to him. His roommate replied that I would never be interested in him now. It was only a few years after, but he had picked up some bad habits and even more unsavoury friends, and thought none of them would ever be winning qualities to a girl like me. He never wrote back and I began a long relationship with someone nice at school. When I came home that next summer, DH tried to call, but would *just* miss me each time. He went on to college and had a few more bad relationships, until we each (unbeknownst to each other) found ourselves single nearly a decade later.

Well, I must be off to start prepping for dinner and I hope no one minds a continuation of the story later. You're probably all bored and need to stretch now! (Oh, and credit goes to DH of course, for providing all the "behind the scenes drama" that I knew nothing about!)

[roseofblack25]

Honestly, I see nothing wrong with online dating and have even considered it myself since I don't really go clubbing often. When I do go out I always get hit on by the jerks that want to feel you up and sleep with you and nothing more. At least if I opted to take my search online, I would be able to find someone who actually wants a relationship and not just a one night stand.

[vesper]

I never did online dating. Not against it either. When I was on facebook, there was a few ladies who seemed to want to do the online dating thing with me. I'm nuts about women, but not enough to make any effort... hopefully the gal I got works out.

[DiamondLil]

I cant wait to keep reading Sweet Sparrows story!!!

[walkonby]

I cant wait to keep reading Sweet Sparrows story!!!

yeah!! It is almost 24 hrs since she left us all hanging. We need more romantic details please?

[Lua]

Oh, Lua! That's just beautiful! You two look so happy and cute together. Now you've turned me into a gushy schoolgirl, but I am a true sucker for a good love story. Love it, love it, love it! Love the pictures, the happy ending, the destination wedding, the eloquent writing style..... Please say you'll make a scrapbook and show your little one someday.

You've made so happy for you both. If that is how the Princess meets Prince Charming, it's all part of the fairytale. And your fairytale is not any less perfect because of it.

aww you're too sweet!!! it is our story and where we are now that made me truly believe in the saying that "everything happens for a reason". i can't wait to show our little girl my blog posts from the early days.

[sweet sparrow]

I cant wait to keep reading Sweet Sparrows story!!!

yeah!! It is almost 24 hrs since she left us all hanging. We need more romantic details please?

So sorry guys! It was a family weekend and I was off to meet with a friend yesterday. I'll try and do an update tonight. I didn't know anyone would be all that interested.

[walkonby]

....some are waiting, I am hoping you post tonight!!

[sweet sparrow]

Aw, come on guys! I had to wait for the good part of a decade for the rest of the story. You can last a few days, right?

So, years and years later, I was doing a fun course on learning to love. Most of it involved things like forgiving the people who'd hurt you and RAOKs to complete strangers, as well as family and friends. Well, I couldn't think of too many people that I held grudges against, not the kind that stay with you for years....except.... The ex who cheated on me did ask me to forgive him, but his idea of forgiveness was dating and starting our relationship over again. I hoped to clarify and repeat that I didn't hold any ill will against him for our past by writing him a Christmas card and wishing him well. Of course, he got the wrong idea, but he just happened to be in contact with future DH at the time.

He mentioned to future DH that he'd heard from me. Future DH asked him if he could ask my permission if it would be alright to send me an email, just to say hello. I certainly had never heard of a request like that. My email had recently been stolen from a friend's computer by a creepy fellow who had begun sending me some disturbing emails. It impressed me that there was someone who still knew how to be polite in this electronic age - and that there were such things as boundaries! I replied that it would be alright, and we exchanged a few emails.

He wrote a nice email, asking if I remembered him, giving a brief summary of what he had been doing, college, work, etc., and asked me if I was married, any children, and what I was doing now. Later on, he told me that he paced his room after he'd sent that email, wondering if I'd reply and what I would say. It certainly was a bit odd hearing from the boy who had been such a big part of my high school years, asking *me* if I remembered him. Either he thought I've had a truly adventurous life since then, or have a very wonky memory.

We exchanged a few emails, almost daily, except on the weekends he went home to visit his parents. He also told me afterwards that he's always been really bad at keeping in contact with people via phone or email. In those days, he checked his email daily, just to see if I replied to his email he'd sent the night before.

After a few months of emails, he said something that terrified me. "Would you like to meet up sometime?". I pulled out every excuse I could think of and postponed as long as I could (I managed to drag it out for two months). I'm not really sure why, but it was a bit nice having an old friend to chat with and not have to worry about all the drama associated with dating or male/female relationships. He was two hours away so we decided to meet in the middle. I managed to be an hour late (cleaning house in case he dropped me off afterwards) and missed a few buses and subway trains.

I was half expecting not to find him there. I'd be relieved, but I also wouldn't want him to think I was going out of my way to avoid him because I didn't want to meet him either. (Sheesh, this is beginning to sound like an episode of the Wonder Years.) My stomach was a cluster of butterflies as I raced past my favourite shops to get to the other end of the large mall. We recognized each other instantly. Did I ever feel sick making him wait, knowing that he stood at the entrance to Indigo for an hour! Or is that just the butterflies doing their thing?

We sat down for tea, and there decided we'd spend the day visiting the zoo. Neither of us had gone in years. That blustery day, he let me borrow his leather jacket (which he has never worn since - I'm beginning to think it was for appearances!). Afterwards, he did drive me home, where we ordered in take-out and watched a new movie someone had given me. (In case anyone wonders, it was Wallace and Gromit's The Curse of the Were-Rabbit, and it's one of my favourites!) As he was getting ready to leave, he stopped at the door and asked if it would be okay to ask for a hug. I actually thought he was going to take off and I would never see him again, repeating our usual past history we've done so many times. I didn't see any harm in it.

Boy was I wrong! In the instant he pulled me close, his embrace was suddenly electric and there was a moment that I thought only existed in fiction. No, there was no first kiss, but not since our last day together at the lighthouse years ago did I think for a second that there was any spark between us. I think I might have melted a bit and wished he wasn't there so I could pull myself together! I knew I wasn't 17 anymore but I just might be going crazy.... He asked me if he could see me again and I think I said it would be nice.

After we started dating, he told me he drove home that first night, with the windows down and sang all the way home because he was just that happy. Meanwhile, I thought I was giving myself a good dose of reality by telling myself not to expect to hear from him again. To my surprise, there was an email in my inbox the very next day, thanking me for seeing him and asking me if I was free next weekend..... And to think, I had recently told myself how happy I was to be alone and how much I enjoyed my seemingly wonderful, unattached, single life.

And that postcard that I had written him several years ago? He'd kept it in a box with other sentimental things. He showed it to me during our engagement photos, just to let me know he'd been holding on to it all this time.

[walkonby]

Oh sparrow!! I went to bed last night just before you posted it seems. Well it was worth the wait! The part with the hug caused tears to well up for me, and the fact that he kept the postcard!! The guilt you felt by being late, yeah that would have been me too, good thing he was patient. Congrats and thanks for sharing.