But of course. And there are other places where you are missed, if you know what I mean.
Now to go see if those are organs as in music or organs as in squishy with bodily fluids....
How did you meet your sweetie?
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Now to go see if those are organs as in music or organs as in squishy with bodily fluids....
I know eh? I'd so be in for a pancreas for the shower.
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Met Mrs Hoser when she was 16 and I was in college. That was the year she found out that her Norwegian pen-pal was actually a Canadian with a messed up sense of humour.
Crap, that reminds me. I still need to take a picture of the pancreas and the liver. Organs aren't very cooperative.
Um, I met my soaps one day at the Craft Store and they fell right into my basket.
Mrs.Q2 & I met via the old AOL match service in the late '90's. It had been a few years after my first marrage had ended and I was having trouble meeting women my age. Anyway, she sent me a very brief note one day after viewing my profile. We swapped e-mails for a week or two and then talked on the phone a few times before deciding to meet in person. Our first date went well, our second date went really well. She became scared of "us" at that point, just being newly divorced herself, and wanted us to be "friends". I almost walked away at that point, but I really liked her and figured I give this "friends" thing a try. We saw each other once or twice a week for the next month and soon "friends" became "friends with benefits" (which is somewhat confusing). One day we just finally had a very long discussion and it became clear that her fears were going away and we pretty much were really a couple; falling in love.
We were engaged 3 months later. This past Christmas, we celebrated our 10th. Anniversary. It's been a great journey so far....
Q2UnME
One day we just finally had a very long discussion and it became clear that her fears were going away and we pretty much were really a couple; falling in love.We were engaged 3 months later. This past Christmas, we celebrated our 10th. Anniversary. It's been a great journey so far....
Q2UnME
Well lets see now. It was in September or October of 1985. I was 15 and a Sophomore in high school. As I was busy barreling my way through the crush of everyone changing classes I managed to get a glimpse of something, some one that caught my eye. But things were moving so fast that I soon lost track of her. I spent what seemed like forever and a day trying to find out who this girl was. Then one day I managed to get a really good look at HER! Don't ask me why or how, because I am still trying to figure it how myself, but I instantly fell in love with her and knew that she was the one for me. Well it was a combination of "lackofballsitis" and not seeing her long enough to approach her that kept me from doing more than the occasional "view from afar" appreciation.
In October of 1986 I was now a Junior and playing football but still haven't gotten any further. I had dated here and there but like all high school courting they were brief, comedic disasters. Then one Friday, while sitting in the cafeteria after school, waiting for our pregame dinner, I saw her walking through the school! Well I guess it was probably my bulging eyeballs and my dropped jaw but some how my friends picked up that I had the hots for her. Of course being friends they did what they did best. They called her over to the table either out of a duty to help me start breathing again or to cause me to stop breathing. Anyways I found out her name and even managed to say "Hi" weakly. So she left and I was kicking myself in the ass for suddenly becoming mute. But I did walk away, once my legs were no longer Jello, from that experience with a couple of critical bits of information. #1 I now knew her name. #2 I found out that we had a lot of mutual friends. So with that I did what any love lorne knucklehead would do, I started to pester the hell out of my friends.
Eventually in January of 1987 I managed to actually speak to her for a bit and even grew a big enough of a pair to ask her out. She said yes. It was wonderful, amazing....for a month. Then she suddenly dumped me. So I did what any 17 year old should do. I tried to get her off my mind by becoming a lush of a man-whore. But some how I couldn't. In that month we had developed something unusual (well at least to a 17 year old male whose hormones were on overdrive). I discovered that we had some how become best friends who were comfortable enough with each other that we could share our deepest confidences, thoughts, and deep dark secrets. Cool, but it was lush man-whore time, or at least an attempt at it.
So we kept talking and talking and talking. We tried dating that summer, but it only lasted a few weeks. Then in October of 1987 we went to homecoming together.
She was beautiful, I was ecstatic...for about a week and a half. So we broke up again, I man-whored, I lushed. We kept talking. We dated for a few weeks in the summer of 1988 with the same results. I went off into the Army, She went off to college and the USAF. I got out, moped around for a few years, hooked up with and almost married a uber hawt nympho (and we all know the problem with that don't we?). But we kept talking and talking. Then in December of 1994 she got out of the AF. I stopped by her moms house. We hung out, talked. Then we went to a New Years eve party and we kissed....
There have been ups and down, breakups and man-whoring, but here we are in 2010.
Three kids, a fantastic family, and even though life keeps throwing us curve balls, still going strong. I feel for her the same as I did in September of 1986...a giddy, awkward kid who just met the love of his life.
In October of 1986 I was now a Junior and playing football but still haven't gotten any further. I had dated here and there but like all high school courting they were brief, comedic disasters. Then one Friday, while sitting in the cafeteria after school, waiting for our pregame dinner, I saw her walking through the school! Well I guess it was probably my bulging eyeballs and my dropped jaw but some how my friends picked up that I had the hots for her. Of course being friends they did what they did best. They called her over to the table either out of a duty to help me start breathing again or to cause me to stop breathing. Anyways I found out her name and even managed to say "Hi" weakly. So she left and I was kicking myself in the ass for suddenly becoming mute. But I did walk away, once my legs were no longer Jello, from that experience with a couple of critical bits of information. #1 I now knew her name. #2 I found out that we had a lot of mutual friends. So with that I did what any love lorne knucklehead would do, I started to pester the hell out of my friends.
Eventually in January of 1987 I managed to actually speak to her for a bit and even grew a big enough of a pair to ask her out. She said yes. It was wonderful, amazing....for a month. Then she suddenly dumped me. So I did what any 17 year old should do. I tried to get her off my mind by becoming a lush of a man-whore. But some how I couldn't. In that month we had developed something unusual (well at least to a 17 year old male whose hormones were on overdrive). I discovered that we had some how become best friends who were comfortable enough with each other that we could share our deepest confidences, thoughts, and deep dark secrets. Cool, but it was lush man-whore time, or at least an attempt at it.
So we kept talking and talking and talking. We tried dating that summer, but it only lasted a few weeks. Then in October of 1987 we went to homecoming together.
She was beautiful, I was ecstatic...for about a week and a half. So we broke up again, I man-whored, I lushed. We kept talking. We dated for a few weeks in the summer of 1988 with the same results. I went off into the Army, She went off to college and the USAF. I got out, moped around for a few years, hooked up with and almost married a uber hawt nympho (and we all know the problem with that don't we?). But we kept talking and talking. Then in December of 1994 she got out of the AF. I stopped by her moms house. We hung out, talked. Then we went to a New Years eve party and we kissed....
There have been ups and down, breakups and man-whoring, but here we are in 2010.
Three kids, a fantastic family, and even though life keeps throwing us curve balls, still going strong. I feel for her the same as I did in September of 1986...a giddy, awkward kid who just met the love of his life.
I saw him for the first time two summers ago at a friend's going away party. He played clarinet on a couple songs with my friends' band, and I thought he was absolutely beautiful. And I couldn't speak to him to save my life. 
Then a couple months later my roommate had a going away party, and he happened to also be there. By the time he showed up I was drunk enough to actually talk to him, and we spent literally the rest of the night talking just to each other, and he came home with me that night (we didn't have sex, he just crashed at our place).
Eventually I got the balls to text him and ask if he wanted to come out to karaoke with my friends and me, and he did (even though later he told me that he had schoolwork to do, but skipped that to hang out with me
). When he left I walked him to his bike and he asked if he could hug me, and of course I said yes. Then I asked if I could kiss him. He said yes. So I did, then I practically ran back to the bar, completely elated.
So we've been together for, uh, a year and a few months. It may not sound like long, but it's the longest relationship I've had (I, uh, don't really like people very much, so I tend to break up with people after a month or two), and I've been thinking a lot of spending my life with him.
Since others have been posting pics, here's the most recent one of him and me... I look weird, and I was pretty drunk. It was after one of my friend's weddings, at a bar.
Then a couple months later my roommate had a going away party, and he happened to also be there. By the time he showed up I was drunk enough to actually talk to him, and we spent literally the rest of the night talking just to each other, and he came home with me that night (we didn't have sex, he just crashed at our place).
Eventually I got the balls to text him and ask if he wanted to come out to karaoke with my friends and me, and he did (even though later he told me that he had schoolwork to do, but skipped that to hang out with me
). When he left I walked him to his bike and he asked if he could hug me, and of course I said yes. Then I asked if I could kiss him. He said yes. So I did, then I practically ran back to the bar, completely elated.So we've been together for, uh, a year and a few months. It may not sound like long, but it's the longest relationship I've had (I, uh, don't really like people very much, so I tend to break up with people after a month or two), and I've been thinking a lot of spending my life with him.
Since others have been posting pics, here's the most recent one of him and me... I look weird, and I was pretty drunk. It was after one of my friend's weddings, at a bar.
I am, but I'm currently residing in Michigan.
So hey, eh?(My sweetie was American)
No, it's happy and nerdy. 
^Considering you've actually met someone that makes you automatically less sad and nerdy then many of us
Me I only have one story, but it's not very good and it was a horrible relationship, so I'll tell you my mom and dads story instead since that actually is kinda fun.
Dad was driving around with his friends in their big American car (like the old ones with two couches in) in Stockholm in the late 70s. This and work on their cars was basically what they did when not studying. Anyway my uncle (dads brother) was along as well and yelled to the driver to pull over since there was some girls he knew walking on the sidewalk. Sure enough amongst those girls was my mom who had gone in the same class as my uncle.
They got asked if they wanted to tag along. They did, mom ended up next to dad in the back couch of the car, and some drinks and driving later (no drinks for the driver mind you) it was time to end the night very early in the morning. During the night mom and dad had gotten to know each other quite well and while they liked each other nothing had been said outright. So when time came to drop the girls off they got dropped off and one of the guys made a crude joke at moms expense and dad quickly shut him up with something not foretold and the words "Be nice to my girlfriend!"
So basically that is how they got together. But they couldn't spend much time together since dad was due back the next night at barracks (seeing as he was going trough military service at that point). So mom lusted for a week or so over the picture of dad that my uncle had been kind and gotten for her. And the time came to pick dad up at the train, mom standing there dressed in her prettiest clothes and all made up to welcome home her boyfriend, my uncle waiting with her. Train arrives and dad steps off, he says hi to his brother and then just looks up and down at mom and says "You? I was just kidding." and starts walking away. Mom is stunned for a second, and then angrily grabs him and aims to throw him down on the track for the cruel joke, but stops himself when he starts laughing. It turned out she'd been a victim of dads sense of humor and the part about him kidding was the joke.
For better and worse they've been together since and have four kids and have had a number of dogs trough the years.
Me I only have one story, but it's not very good and it was a horrible relationship, so I'll tell you my mom and dads story instead since that actually is kinda fun.
Dad was driving around with his friends in their big American car (like the old ones with two couches in) in Stockholm in the late 70s. This and work on their cars was basically what they did when not studying. Anyway my uncle (dads brother) was along as well and yelled to the driver to pull over since there was some girls he knew walking on the sidewalk. Sure enough amongst those girls was my mom who had gone in the same class as my uncle.
They got asked if they wanted to tag along. They did, mom ended up next to dad in the back couch of the car, and some drinks and driving later (no drinks for the driver mind you) it was time to end the night very early in the morning. During the night mom and dad had gotten to know each other quite well and while they liked each other nothing had been said outright. So when time came to drop the girls off they got dropped off and one of the guys made a crude joke at moms expense and dad quickly shut him up with something not foretold and the words "Be nice to my girlfriend!"
So basically that is how they got together. But they couldn't spend much time together since dad was due back the next night at barracks (seeing as he was going trough military service at that point). So mom lusted for a week or so over the picture of dad that my uncle had been kind and gotten for her. And the time came to pick dad up at the train, mom standing there dressed in her prettiest clothes and all made up to welcome home her boyfriend, my uncle waiting with her. Train arrives and dad steps off, he says hi to his brother and then just looks up and down at mom and says "You? I was just kidding." and starts walking away. Mom is stunned for a second, and then angrily grabs him and aims to throw him down on the track for the cruel joke, but stops himself when he starts laughing. It turned out she'd been a victim of dads sense of humor and the part about him kidding was the joke.
For better and worse they've been together since and have four kids and have had a number of dogs trough the years.
Obviously there is more to the story though I have been basically been doing some minor hit and run posting on here lately and didn't really elaborate. I think the one real pertinent thing I may have left out...my mom tells me when I talked to her after that wonderful first weekend I told her I may have met the "one"...and sure enough we got married 3 years later.
My story is kind of ironic (at least I think so). My girlfriend and I were friends since we were kids and my mom tried to convince me for years that we'd make a good couple, but for a long time I just couldn't see it. At the same time I had nothing but trouble finding a woman that would like me in spite of my disability. She wasn't having much luck either. Then one day, I half jokingly suggested to her that we go out. She laughed as I expected, but called my bluff. So we went out. Then again. Then again.
Suffice it to say, things worked out. Best damn thing that ever happened to me.
My one regret is that my mom didn't live long enough to see it. It always annoyed me when she was right about me, but still.......
Suffice it to say, things worked out. Best damn thing that ever happened to me.
My one regret is that my mom didn't live long enough to see it. It always annoyed me when she was right about me, but still.......
Hey, don't sweat the multi qoute thing. I've been here for three years and I still haven't figured it out.
And thanks for the comment about my mom. She's been gone almost seven years now and I've adjusted (mostly), I just wish she had seen us get together. After all the time she spent trying to convince me, it would have made her happy.
Yep. She did.
On all but the last post your want to quote, you hit multi-quote. On the last post you want to quote, hit the quote button.
As for how I met my wife: it was at a housewarming party hosted by a mutual friend. I went to college with her and my wife went to high school with her.
We stayed up almost all night just talking and caught a few hours sleep - her on a sofa, me on an air mattress in the living room. Since there was always plenty of alcohol at their parties, car keys were always surrendered and locked up.
The next weekend I invited her to go with the group to see Brave Combo at a festival about 90 minutes away. It was hot and humid and the rest of the group didn't want to stay. I loaned the same mutual friend my car and took her truck so that the two of us could stay and listen to the band we drove to see. We danced the night away and drove back.
Been together 19 years, married 16 in May.
A friend of mine introduced us.
Some weeks later I bumped into him by accident. Whe started talking and I invited him to a new-year-party (hosted ny the friend who introduced us). He spend almost the whole party by my side. At midnight we snogged, he asked for my number and we have been together since 3 years.
Some weeks later I bumped into him by accident. Whe started talking and I invited him to a new-year-party (hosted ny the friend who introduced us). He spend almost the whole party by my side. At midnight we snogged, he asked for my number and we have been together since 3 years.
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