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AmeliaJane
9-23-12, 10:09am
Your spouse, partner, or closest friend? I love hearing "how I met" stories.
I'm single, but I do have a close friend of over 15 years now. We met while we were both being interviewed for the same graduate program. It's extremely competitive and everyone was very tense, but this young woman was telling wonderful, funny stories in the waiting room that had everyone in stitches. She still has one of the best senses of humor I know--if I'm having a bad day and need to laugh, I know who to call!
I worked summers during college as a cave guide and one of my roommates was casually dating DH. We met and chatted a few times. They finished dating and he asked me out. On that date I told him I was moving to Memphis to work. He stopped in Memphis to visit on his way to and from SC. I'd been planning to go to TX for grad school and came back to MO for a bit, we had another date and within 2 weeks were engaged and had a short 6 month engagement before our marriage. Its been 22 years, not too bad for only 6 dates before our engagement.
I was working in a major Pharmacy/Drug Store, and DH, took to coming in (frequently) to check me out! LOL! Sweet smiles, sweet hellos, all the fun stuff. Then one day he came in and asked me to lunch. We never looked back.
My husband and i were high school sweethearts and still teenagers when we married. It's been 36 years! Wow! That's a long time! He still rocks my boat!
SteveinMN
9-23-12, 11:37am
My wife and I met on Yahoo Personals. Second time around for both of us; neither one of us is "bar people"; and we both had demanding careers and houses to run. The nice thing about personals is that, going in, you know something about each other before you even meet for the first time. Oh, another nice thing is that you can read personals at 6 am or 2 pm or 11:30 pm or whenever you want. Hey, free time to reflect is where you find it. :)
We dated for two years before we married; we've been together 2+ years now. I can't imagine what life would be like without her. And vice versa (I'm told).
Simpler at Fifty
9-23-12, 11:59am
We met on Yahoo personals too. Lived 4 miles apart. We shopped in the same grocery story around the same time every Saturday but didn't remember seeing each other there. I don't drink so meeting someone in a bar was not my idea of a date. DH drinks but the bar scene was not for him. DH became disabled about 3 years ago and we decided to adopt a puppy. Best decision we made in our marriage. They keep each other company while I am at work. We celebrated our 9th wedding anniversary on Sept 19th.
catherine
9-23-12, 12:29pm
I was a week away from graduating from college, experiencing major burn-out and just wanting to be home. But I had a friend who was bringing a friend from Indiana and I had to entertain them somehow. So I reluctantly suggested a "disco" (this was in the 70s)/night club in the area, and I never even dressed for the occasion. I wore a very "Catholic-school-uniform" type of outfit.
We weren't having a good time, just sitting there bored, just people-watching. I noticed a guy come in who was very charismatic and dapper in a tartan jacket. He went and sat at a table nearby with other equally attractive friends.
But the observation was just a diversion. I really wanted to leave. So we waited until the waitress came so we could tell her to give us the check. When she approached the table, she asked us what we wanted to drink. "Nothing" we said, "We're leaving."
"Really??" she asked. "Because that gentleman over there is paying for it." I looked over, and it was Mr. Tartan Man!
I accepted the drink, then the offer to dance. Then we sat to talk for a while. When the lights came on, I thought maybe there was a fire drill because it was still early.. but turns out, it wan't early. They were closing. We had talked for 2 hours! My poor friends, who had stepped away to give us space, were bored silly by that time.
I meet my DH while we were working in Notingham/UK, that was 2003 and on up coming Halloween we have our 5th wedding anniversary :)
It was January, 1976 at Elmendorf Air Force Base, Anchorage AK.
I was on duty as the law enforcement desk sergeant when I received a call from a worried mom in Ohio. It seems her daughter was due to arrive at Elmendorf for her first assignment out of tech school. She said her daughter had called her from Seattle earlier in the day and had promised to call again as soon as she landed in Anchorage, although that call was several hours overdue.
Given the distress in her voice, and the fact that it was about 9pm in Anchorage, meaning it was 2am in Ohio, I promised her that I would track down her daughter and get back with her as soon as possible.
I made a call to the transportation unit to see if they had picked up any new arrivals at Anchorage International Airport. They said that they had and that they had several young Airmen being delivered to their new squadrons as we spoke.
It was a busy night on base and the office was filled with patrolmen and witnesses to to an earlier altercation. In the midst of it all, a young lady entered the office, loaded down with duffel bag and other personal belongings. She approached me and asked where she should sign in to the squadron. I asked "Are you Airman Suter?" She smiled and replied "Yes, are you expecting me?". I said "Actually, No. But your mother is worried sick about you, please call her right away."
Now as it turns out, I hadn't considered the effect that might have on a brand new member of the United States Air Force. Someone who was so proud to be starting their "adult" career, away from home for the first time, and having their first impression being that of a lost youngster with a worried mother.
She was ultimately embarrassed and I felt sorry for her obvious, yet momentary discomfort. A few days later I ran into her again and apologized for embarrassing her in the midst of a crowd and offered to show her around Anchorage when she had the time.
Well, that initial "showing her around" led to our marriage the following November. Our 36th anniversary is just 7 weeks away.
I was in college in Fairbanks, Alaska just finishing my first semester. My next door dormmate wanted to fix me up with a young man on New Year's Eve for the week I would be home for Christmas in Anchorage Alaska. I got out with a good excuse. The next day she called again and had a different young man and I could not come up with a likely excuse. He was from the same small town in NY that she came from and both sets of parents knew each other. He was in Anchorage with the Army at Ft. Richardson. Bob was thus a blind date on New Years. I went back to school and whenever possible we saw each other and wrote a lot of letters. I only lasted two more semesters being away from Bob.
My father was somewhat horrified that I would be going out with an "enlisted" man and not an officer. 14 months later we married. My mom said it would not last but here we are almost to 40 years. (Turns out she had been married twice in the 1940s before she met and married Dad and they stayed married over 60 years.)
goldensmom
9-23-12, 1:51pm
How I met my husband….our eyes met across a crowded narthex. He was tall, blond, handsome and best of all single. I was smitten and apparently so was he.
My first day at boarding school in my sophomore/Form IV year, I sat down in the AP Physics class. There was only one girl in the room, my wife-to-be, and about 7 of us lads.
The next period was Calculus, and again, there she was, the only girl in the room.
Two periods later, Latin class, and there she was again.
So, I noticed this seemingly super-smart girl right off the bat. I never cared much for non-smart girls. She tells me she noticed my cool surfer tan, the skateboard I went to classes on (unheard of at such a traditional place) and my tight blue jeans, go figure.
Anyways, that was 35+ years ago, and we are still together.
My husband and I met in college. We were both in a few of the same classes and he approached me one afternoon in the quad and asked if I wanted to have lunch with him. That was 25 years ago. We've been married for 20 years.
I was working in a midwestern college town that was that year featured in the cover story of Cosmopolitan Magazine on "best places to meet men" because the male to female ratio was very favorable for women. Cosmo even drilled down to the ten best restaurants and hangouts to meet men and sure enough, at one of them I met DH. The singles group in town was meeting there, and I decided to go to an event.
DH was there, he was cute, but hey, there were about 3 other men who were there and cute too so I thought that I hit the jackpot. It was in middle of an Iowa winter and they all had their winter facial hair on. I like beards and hairy men! DH and we sat at the same table for dinner that night and we started dating after that. We were both serious gardeners. I always figured that had we not met through the singles group we would have eventually met through a garden club event. He was a member of the Men's Garden Club in that town and I was a member of the regular garden club.
That night I also met a women who is still a mutual friend of ours. We always joke tat he could have chosen her rather than me to date, but I know the two of them would not be compatible because she likes to spend money.
I was never a reader of Cosmopolitan Magazine in the past or now, it's a stupid rag, but it was a funny coincidence that it ran an article that was so true!
The thing that really impressed me about DH was the way that he made dinner for himself, a poor graduate student, every night. He cooked a complete meal, set the table, and sat down to eat it. He had a chest freezer in the kitchen. It was so civilized! As a single person, I never did that! ha ha. He is a farm boy who grows, preserves, and makes foods.
We were in our mid 30's when we got married, the first for both of us. OUr anniversary coming up is 23 or 24 years or something like that.
A friend introduced me to my partner under the auspices that this guy he knew would be happy to teach me to snowboard. There was no significant snowfall in New England that winter so after talking on the phone a few times he offered to teach me to mountain bike instead. Turns out it was his way of determining whether I was hardcore enough to actually be someone worth getting to know. Fortunately, I was hardcore enough and we'll celebrate 18 years in November. :)
A mutual co-worker suggested he approach me: "Hey, go talk to Jane; she speaks Spanish." He likes to say it was a version of love at first sight. There was something about him...He disentangled himself from a previous relationship and we've been together--more or less--since. He must be a soul mate, because nothing else explains us.
Blackdog Lin
9-23-12, 8:08pm
Your/our stories are too cool! Loving them. Thank you AmeliaJane for suggesting it.
I was a party girl in the 70's, hitting all the best dirt-road beer bashes every Friday and Saturday nights. Had a high school sweetheart too, but the summer before my (high school) senior year he did me wrong for what ended up being the last time. Very peeved, I started noticing the other male party attendees, and there was one.....tall and green-eyed and blond and cute, kinda shy and quiet, but hilarious in a low-key way (and he drove a 1969 deep green GTO. I confess, part of what made me notice him was that totally cool car!) I made a point of being a part of whatever group he was in at the parties for a few weeks (yeah, I pursued HIM, but don't tell him. He still thinks all these years later that he was the pursuer); then we just migrated to where we were "together" for the evening (not sex, just hanging out together); and I kid you not, the second party that we hung out together I went home saying "this is the man I'm going to marry". Even told my best-friend this, and she looked at me like I was tripping or crazy (hey, it was the 70's. Tripping was not an abnormal thing to be doing).
We dated for two years - it took me a year and a half to get him into bed (like I said, he was shy - and it wasn't bed, but the back seat of a 1974 Chevy Vega). :) And under various circumstances, we got married 6 months after that (nope, not pregnant, just family matters that overcame my lack of enthusiasm for marriage.)
We celebrated our 36th anniversary earlier this month. I'm pretty proud of both of us.....
Zach was the security guard at the parking lot I parked my car at. He was 20 and I was 24. He used to help me jumpstart my ancient van. My boyfriend-at-the-time who I no longer got along with at all asked Zach to fix my computer. Zach and I hung out and talked all night and I knew right then that I wanted to marry him. I dumped the old boyfriend and married Zach a month after the night he came to fix my computer. Everyone, probably including many people here, :) thought I had gone off the deep end. I know my family did. It was a whirlwind elopement. My ancient van was broken down and I had an out of state license and no credit card so we had to rent a Uhaul to go to East L.A. for our marriage license. Then we went begging at churches until someone agreed to marry us. Three people came to our wedding and two of them thought it was a practical joke. :) My exBF found out about it and flipped out, stalking me and the whole bit, which is how my parents found out. It was insane.
Still, almost 10 years and 5 kids later we are still totally in love with each other and I wouldn't trade him for anything. He's turning 30 next month and he's grown into such an amazing man. He was an amazing boy then. :)
We meet at the October Fest in 1967. I was in the Army stationed outside of Munich. My wife was going to nursing school in Munich. She and her girlfriend went to the October Fest the same day as I did with 3 buddies. My buddies were stationed at Augsburg we all had been drinking a lot of good German beer. My wife's friend made sure my buddies found the Bahnhoff (train station). To get to my airfield I used the same strassen bahn (street car) line as my wife used to go back to school.
The next day I went to her school to meet her again but I could not remember her name. The gate keeper at the lobby at the school had to find a frauline that had meet an American GI the night before at the October Fest. That was 45 years ago and we are still happily married.
The 2012 October Fest just started yesterday.
Mighty Frugal
9-23-12, 8:57pm
We worked together and had a friendly 'work friend' relationship. I had a steady long term boyfriend. He dated almost every gorgeous girl at work. We took smoke breaks together.
I then left my long term boyfriend and he begged me to consider dating him. I refused because
1. we worked together
2. I was 8 years older
Then I had this dream about him :|(
I accepted the next date proposal and the rest is history!;)
Moved in together 10 years ago, quit smoking, married 7 years ago, 2 kids, and we're still happy!
AND almost everyone thinks he is older than me-bwa ha ha..possibly because he is calm and quiet and mature and I generally act like a 7 year old
DH and I met across some filing cabinets. His friend and my girlfriend were dating and started including us to go doubledating. It will be 47 years this coming December.
Hubby and I met at a co-workers going away party. He's really quiet and shy, and I had not really noticed him until that point. He had really nice eyes and a shy smile. It was a few months from there before he asked me out on a date Superbowl Sunday. Being sports averse at the time, I did not realize what he'd given up. :laff: I thought he had a medical problem because he kept excusing himself to use the men's room. Found out later he was sneaking into the bar to check the score.
It took another month and a half or so before I made up my mind on him. Once we actually started dating, we were engaged 3 weeks later. He says he knew the first week, but figured he would have scared me off if he'd brought that up the first week (he was right). Neither of us are impulsive people AT ALL (at least on the big stuff, small gazingus pins are another matter).
We were married 27 years in April.
Gardenarian
9-24-12, 2:56pm
My dh was a college roommate. We were close friends for several years before we became romantic, and married shortly thereafter. I met him 27 years ago and we have been married for 22.
My sweetest "how we met" story was the one about my late spouse "The Captain". We were both New Orleanians who had lost touch in the years before hurricane Katrina. Then Katrina caused us to cross paths again when had both just lost everything, including our apartments. We immediately renewed our friendship and bonded quickly as we both struggled to rebuild our lives in the weeks after Katrina when the whole city was like a third world country. Our relationship PreK ( previous to Katrina) was that our sons were best of friends but at they time we were both married and never even gave each other a 2nd glance.
Then, there we were in a city where the past no longer existed and had both been unmarried for many years. What we experienced as we struggled to rebuild our lives created a very strong bond between us. He was sleeping at his firehouse on the floor (he was a 20+ year veteran (Captain) of the New Orleans Fire Department). I was staying at a looted Bed an Breakfast, working it clean it up. I was formerly a New Orleans Public School teacher ( all the teachers were simply laid off after Katrina with no notice and no severance pay). The city was a very dangerous place at that time due to the overworked police and the criminal element who were taking advantage of the tragedy by looting, stealing and running wild.
I ended up passing out from the unrelenting heat ( we had no air conditioning) as I worked and was brought to the hospital. The Captain rushed to be by my side and as I lay there in bed, he proposed. We had only been seeing each other a few weeks, hadn't been intimate and our dates consisted of salvaging stuff from the wrecks of our former homes which was hardly romantic since we were sweaty and muddy most of the time.
But he said something like " I know you well, you have always been a wonderfully giving and caring person. Meeting up with you again has been like a miracle. We both have to start all over again in life and I can;t imagine I could ever find a better person to build a new life with. I am eligible to be housed on the Carnival cruise ship that is docked here as housing for firefighters, police and essential city workers. As my fiance, you could stay there too. I would not want to rush you or invade your privacy so no matter what your answer is, I want to sign you on the ship and I will continue to sleep at the firehouse. Even if you don't want to be my fiance, I will still sign you on the ship because I do not think it is safe with you staying alone at the B&B and you should not be working with your health as it is. Please let me sign you on the cruise ship."
So I said yes, because I knew he was such an honest, trustworthy and caring person and that we could both help each other immensely. He signed me on the ship and continued to sleep on the floor of the firehouse for a few weeks and then I knew that I wanted him with me and that I didn't want to be apart from him. He felt the same way and our life together truly began. We had single beds in our room which was fine as we weren't rushing that aspect of our life together. People wondered how we would survive since we had only been dating a few weeks and were now moving into a ship's cabin that was about 12 feet x 20 feet. Well it couldn't have gone better. We thrived in our small space and loved being together all the time.
We happily lived on the cruise ship for 6 months. Then we lived in our FEMA trailer for another 6 months. Then we got a tiny apartment because we enjoyed living in a small space instead of paying the overpriced rent that was so expensive after Katrina. We were blissfully happy and planned to buy or build a small camp on the water when he retired for the fire department in a about 3 more years. But he died suddenly a year after that and it was excruciating to deal with but I still felt so blessed to have been loved that thoroughly in my life. He truly did adore me and spoiled me and showered me with love and special, thoughtful gestures.
About a year after he died, I decided that I could no longer stay in New Orleans. Everywhere I looked were things that reminded me that he was no longer there. Captain and I had been in contact with a firefighter (BayouBoy) from another area who had come to help out during Katrina. Hurricane Gustav was about to hit so he invited me to come stay in his small, rural town for the storm since we was further north that New Orleans. So i did and wouldn't you know, the hurricane followed me there and hit us although it wasn't anywhere as bad as Katrina.
So there I was again, in the aftermath of a hurricane with no power. BayouBoy was running 18 hour days helping with the cleanup and handing out reliefs supplies and I joined him as he worked for the next few weeks. We made a good team and I bonded with his family and his fire department which I joined. I found that I was very happy there and not so tormented by the loss of the Captain because being in a new place with so many needy people gave me a whole new perspective. So I decided to move there and joined the fire department and BayouBoy was my partner on medical runs, fires and accident scenes.
BayouBoy and I made a good team and we decided to give a relationship a try. We took it slow because I was still dealing with losing the Captain. BB let me take things at my own pace. We have been together ever since and will be married some time in the next year.
But I have to marvel at the fact that it was a hurricane and the subsequent disaster after it that brought me to find love with a firefighter. It happened not just once, but TWICE. Amazing! I can't help but feel that somehow the Captain would approve because I have everything that we once planned on together an I know he would want me to be happy.
BayouGirl that is such a sweet story! That would make a good novel.
I was on a bowling team with her sister. She showed up with a date to pick up her sister, and I guess she liked my bowling form. Thirty two years now and she still claims that the other guy "was just a friend."
A few months earlier I had met her (now our) daughter while my sister-in-law was pushing her around school in a stroller. I still occasionally tease our (now 34 year old) daughter that she's the one who made me into a freak of nature, because how many men can say they met their daughter before he met her mother?
BayouGirl that is such a sweet story! That would make a good novel.
+1 It made me unexpectedly misty.
DW and I met at a bar. Strange as it sounds it was a bar inside a health club we both belonged to. She's one of those stair-master, spinner types so it is not very likely we would have ever met anywhere else in this club (I stuck to playing racquetball 5 nights a week). In fact she noticed me first, asking the bartender, who was a friend of mine mostly because she wouldn't go on a date with me, who I was. That bartender was a better friend than I thought and told me I better pay attention. I was frankly a little scared because she had two kids and I wasn't sure I wanted to trade in my bachelor ways right then, but our first date dinner started somewhere around 7:00 and lasted until 2:00 in the morning when they kicked us out. We just sat at that table and talked and talked and felt like we'd known each other for 100 years. It was amazing. That was 20 years ago. The last time we had a conversation like that was...let's see....last night.
treehugger
9-25-12, 7:19pm
DH and I met the first week of June, 1990, as counselors at an outdoor education camp for 5th graders (it was a program through the public schools; he and I both attended as 5th graders, too, but 3 years apart). I was a sophomore in high school and he had graduated high school the year before. We had an instant friend connection, but I was definitely too young, at 15, for him to allow himself to be attracted to me.
We both went as counselors to the same camp again the following November, and, since I had turned 16 over the summer, his 19-year-old self decided I was old enough to woo. Not that he had to woo very hard. :)
We have been together ever since, and will celebrate 22 years of being together this November. We've been married 16 years. We like to go back to the area where that camp is (Half Moon Bay, CA) once a year or so; it's a special place.
Kara
Have to say it Kara, Half Moon Bay is one of our favorite places, too. Love it out there.
I met DH at the gym. I laugh when people tell me it's not possible to meet anyone at a gym! Sure it is! Just be friendly and talk to people.
Where is that LIKE button? These stories are great. What a good idea.
treehugger
9-26-12, 12:27pm
Have to say it Kara, Half Moon Bay is one of our favorite places, too. Love it out there.
Are you familiar with the tiny town of Pescadero, 10 or so miles south of HMB? That's closer to where we actually met. We always make a day trip out of it and go to Arcangelli's in Pescadero for lunch fixings (fresh-baked garlic herb bread, cheese, salami), then head to the beach or tide pools to eat, and then go inland to hug some redwoods. Hmmm, we are overdue to go out there. And fall is the most beautiful time of year on the Northern California coast. Better get it on the calendar.
Kara
San Onofre Guy
9-26-12, 1:55pm
I met my wife in a hot tub at a party. She was blown away that a man had read The Kite Runner and could speak intelligently about it. Being well read and up to date on current books is a good way to prove that you are not full of BS.
I love these stories! They are so much better than any so called romance movie or novel could ever come up with.
Blackdog Lin
9-26-12, 8:51pm
I agree BayouGirl.....this is a wonderfully fascinating thread.....
(San Onofre Guy: tell us more about meeting your wife in a hot tub at a party. Even with the "Kite Runner".....there's got to me more.....)
:)
I was dating his UU minister (Amanda), who I met from the personals, and dated her for about a year. My now husband was in her congregation. Yes, he stole the minister's GF!
Our 16th anniversary is in January. We waited for 8 years to get married, and just celebrated our 8th wedding anniversary earlier this month. So I've officially held the status as Hasbian for 16 years...
;)
I met my husband in the poetry class that I was taking. He and the teacher were grad students together and great friends. He'd had a flame for her for a while, but had just given it up about two months before (and was emotionally working through that), and I thought he was the cutest thing, but was sure he was with the coolest girl in the class, Ellen. Turns out, he thought I was cute, too, and he liked the fact that I mostly went around barefoot.
I have two best friends, currently. The first one I met right after a huge break-up with this one yoga studio. It was a mess. I joined up with a holistic health center, and she was a fellow practitioner there. We became good friends ever since. That's about 10 years ago now. My second best friend I met through the internet. We are both yoga teachers, and she's a south african living in australia and, well, i'm me of course. Anyway, we are like peas and carrots. It's great. We skype every week, and she was the one who invited me to australia. I'm looking forward to inviting her here to teach a workshop at our place. . . about a year from now. Our current "marketing" strategy is to start introducing her via her blog (republishing on ours, pushing hers through our work FB), adn then get rolling on using some of her materials in classes, etc. THEN bring her over for a workshop.
goldensmom
9-27-12, 6:55am
This is a fun thread.
Geez, redfox, "hasbian?" Too funny......that one was new to me, though I do have some hasbians in my acquaintance, I've not heard the status referred to that way before....Congrats on your 16 year relationship.
I had just moved from Jersey to the suburbs of Chicago. I had my first apartment, was working full time as a waitress and going to college full time. I was 26 and being independant was all I was interested in. I was going to have a career, buy my own home and live life by my own rules. Men were going to be for entertainment purposes only.
Dh was a cook at the place I was working. He had never said a word to me in the 6-8 weeks we'd been working together. One night he invited me out for a beer which totally shocked me. His english was quite limited at that time and I knew nothing about him. I made excuses about early classes, and blew him off. I felt kind of bad and asked one of the other waitresses who knew him better if it was safe to go out with him, if there was any chance he had a wife or kids in another country etc. She thought he was ok so 3 nights later I asked if we could still get that drink.
I'll be damned if he wasn't different from any man I had ever dated before. We were inseperatable. Within 6 weeks I knew he was the son of a gun who managed to steal my heart and I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life. We had no expectations of each other we just wanted to be around each other all the time.
Not quite 2 years later we flew to Las Vegas and got married.
A beer with an illegal immigrant on Friday the 13th led to what is now 14 years of marriage, one son and a sucessful restaurant run by the two of us.
And we still love being together 24/7 although from time to time I still find the need to prove I can take care of myself-lol.
We met when some friends converged at a friend's dining room table for a beer-and-board-game extravaganza. He thoroughly trounced me at everything. Everything. I am usually the Queen of Scrabble, but I got schooled. I sat up and took notice. Later I found out he was very well-read, multilingual, athletic, loved animals, patient as can be, good with his hands (hey! get your minds out of the gutter! ;) ) breathtakingly open-minded and honest, and single.
Done and done.
We celebrated our 10th this year. Life's good!!
DH and I worked in the same office building; he was the pharmacist and I a psychoanalyst. When I would go into the pharmacy I noticed how charming and gentle he was with the customers, particularly old people. Eventually I thought, I'm just going to get older and older. He was living a gay life then and I a lesbian one, but it turns out we're both bisexual and living happily now 25 years later.
Part of what impressed me back then was that I had several low-income patients who'd never been to a doctor or pharmacy, and when one would get a sore throat or something, I would practice with them how to go into a pharmacy and talk to the pharmacist to find out what they needed. They all came back much more casual about getting the help, telling me how wonderful he had been to them.
Dh (now ex) and I met in the Coast Guard at an 18 week long training school. First time he saw me I was wearing old oversized coveralls, my ball cap on backwards with my hair tucked in, safety glasses, and ranting about something. He said he thought I was the cutest thing he ever saw - once he realized I wasn't a scrawny 18 year old boy that is :-)! Of course I was the only female in the class (and one of 4 at the entire base) so could have looked like Attilla The Huns much hairier twin sister and been thought of as "cute" :-)!
And I thought he was very handsome and manly but, since I had a policy to never get involved with anyone I was stationed with romanticly, we remained just platonic friends. So we worked and lived together (well not in the same room as we had 2 person dorm-style rooms I shared with another female but he was just down the hall) 24/7 for 18 weeks and our feelings grew. So as soon as the 18 weeks were over we both took leave from our units for a month and spent it together. And... well... lets just say 18 weeks of pent up yearnings (and love by then even though we had not so much as even held hands as of yet) was...er... ah... well...um....... nuclear :devil: After that month togethjer we went back to our units - mine in North Carolina and his in Virginia - and saw each other as much as we could. He eventually got transferrred to a ship in New Orleans and I was transferred to a ship in Maine. We kept up the long distance relationship and eventually got married thinking that the CG would station us near each other asap. That didn't happen, so we spent another year apart (visits only) until I was able to get a transfer down to New Orleans.
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