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The reason i ask is because i met someone recently. She is absolutely beautiful. The moment i met her, i felt like i knew her and conversation flowed like the Danube.
We've since been on 3 fantastic dates and have more lined up.
Begs me to ask the question, do you know straight away who the right one is?
I'm afraid I was very, very, very drunk.
conversation flowed like the Danube.
Blue.
There's more than one right one. 😆
I took a photo of her and kept walking… 🙂
To explain - I was some sort of marshall at Norwich Pride in my fetching tabard and she was with a friend of hers holding up some banner - I liked the banner and took a picture.
It turns out she noticed me! Mind you, as I’d had my hair dyed bright pink the day before that was’t exactly difficult. We didn’t see each other for weeks until we both went to a mutual friends event and recognised each other. I won’t go into more detail… 😉
As it happens, we split up a year ago now but was a good story.
edit - and my hair is now blue.
Rachel
We met at a conference wearing almost exactly the same clothes.
I'm afraid I was very, very, very drunk.
I was very, very, very drunk and had chosen to sit right in the middle of a row of seats in a curry restaurant so I had to ask her to move every 5 mins to hit the traps. Afterwards I phoned up our mutual friend and told her I fancied her pal and it turned out she was in the loo, her pal had answered and I was too drunk to realise.
It's the stuff Rom Coms are made of.
The moment i met her, i felt like i knew her
Could she be a cousin?
what was it like?
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We met at a conference wearing almost exactly the same clothes.
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Met her at my sisters wedding - I knew straight away - well by the second meeting anyway, took her 8 years to realise she couldnt be bothered to find someone else and we should really get married - 10 years last year so far 🙂
I'm officially rubbish at chatting ladies up. With Mrs zip though I knew she was the one so had no nervousness and it was as if we had always known each other.
I was putting up a tent, in a purple fleece. On the uni front lawn. I caught her eye (cannot possibly think why...) a few devious mates later and we were miraculously stood at the same bar... 😉
My OH and I liked each other from the outset, but dated other people for a couple of years before finally going out with each other (at her instigation).
It was moyder.
I vaguely remember a woman in the room wrapped up warm in a heavy black coat, I'm not sure we spoke but Madame says she saw me. The next time she got on a bus and the only free seat was next to me. The fact I had messy peroxide hair may be why she noticed me and no doubt accounted for the free seat. I hope blue doesn't reflect your mood, Rachel.
1st time I met my wife I thought she was ****ing bonkers
first impressions, and all that ...
Took her climbing at Tremadog (uni fresher's meet). She didn't gibber on the slightly bold hand traverse, which meant I could overlook the dodgy perm and shellsuit.
I too was drunk. Her sister had been giving me the eye all evening. By the time I'd plucked up the courage to ask her for a dance, we were at a new years eve party, the sister was nowhere to be seen.
I actually asked a pile of coats if they wanted to dance. As I said, I was drunk and the lights were low.
A timid voice said "do you mean me". I replied that if you're between 6 and 60 (luckily, this was long before Operation Yewtree as she was 16) then yes.
We danced (I really must've been pissed). We met again a week later and I realised that I rather fancied her. Still do some 37 years later. For some inexplicable reason she fancied me, which helped.
She looked nothing like the internet pictures 😉
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It was moider...
The first time we "met" I had no idea. Apparently I was lying on the halfway line of Brent Cross hockey pitch with a cigarette between my lips, a can of redbull in my fist and a v hungover expression. It was 9am on a Saturday, and it was the first of 3 games I had to umpire that day before playing in goal for the 1st XI.
6 wks later, I was at the club bar, stone-cold sober in spite of some serious effort to get hammered at our club annual dinner and she slid over to thank me for umpiring over the season. After several hours lost in conversation, the bar was shutting, and we made our way out together.
St Patrick's day, 2000. Best. Night. Ever.
I had just gone into the 2nd bar on a night out so was still sober, and some little cute blond thing started chatting to me. I was too sober at that point to charm her, but bumped into her again later on and got her number before randomly smashing a glass at her feet! I had to walk away at that point.
Text a couple of days later, that was nearly ten years ago.
I was hungry and she had chips ... the rest is history
Text a couple of days later, that was nearly ten years ago.
You can probably give up waiting for a reply then.
She was very, very drunk at a Freshers do in Salford. Pints of cider had been consumed at a high rate. Coming from an Ulster family where drinking in the home was frowned upon she had no tolerance. 2 weeks later we were dating and sharing a room in halls. Apparently I was 'very English' with a poor taste in clothing. Stockholm syndrome did the rest 🙂
(Not really she is fantastic and I'm batting above my league).
Pissed as a fart, propping up the bar of The Beer House in Manchester.
She came in with her mates from the climbing club.
Gave her my phone number, she turned up for our first date and then refused to leave.
10 years this year.
I'd be out now....
which meant I could overlook the dodgy perm and shellsuit.
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hope blue doesn't reflect your mood, Rachel.
Far from it - im a very happy camper at the moment. Hey, I have blue hair, how can I *not* be happy?? 🙂
Rachel
Ro5ey - that's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Sharing her chips? True love truly has no boundaries!
I would have to *really* fancy someone to share my chips...
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There are three first meetings:
[b]First - she doesn;t remember[/b] 🙄
First week of 1st year at university at lunchtime in the college dining room. Chap in the room opposite mine introduced me. She was wearing a Newcastle United jersey and chattering away at high speed about organising a petition for extra showers in her block.
[b]Second - the official version[/b]
Just off to hockey training and I passed through the room of one a friend of the lad next door to me. She was sitting on his bed. I was struck how pretty she was. Didn't really speak much and I legged it to training.
[b]Third - the first proper meeting[/b]
College bar after formal dinner (so everyone's dressed in suits and gowns), everyone smashed. Got the tip off from the lad in whose room we'd met for the second time that she was keen. I noticed she was wearing a long belt, which I rather forwardly took hold of and drew her towards me. Amazingly she didn't wallop me.... Next morning we heard the fire alarm from her block and she wasn't there for a roll call....
19 years on and she still hasn't stopped ranting away....
A very sunny November day, about 14°C.
No thunderbolts, no lightning, no theme music, no angels or Cupid or any of that stuff.
I was wandering through the streets of the city. Rambling through the the avenues of time, when from nowhere my eyes fell onto a girl. And by chance her eyes fell onto mine.
The OP sounds like when I met my ex. Just saying like.
Pissed as a fart, propping up the bar of The Beer House in Manchester.
She came in with her mates from the climbing club.Gave her my phone number, she turned up for our first date and then refused to leave.
10 years this year.
I'd be out now....
Hmmm...depends. You might be Cat D. 😉
I asked for beer, she brought me beer and I gave her money. She doesn't work in my local any more but the process is still the same.
It was the early hours of the morning and I found her rolling around on the floor in the street with another bloke.
We first "met" at the briefing for a charity walk up Ben Nevis. I was sat in front of a group of women and one of them was a right gobby/bossy sounding mare.
My mate and I then ended up sat behind her and her mate on the bus from Peterborough to Ben Nevis. She was actually OK to talk to. Had dinner at the hotel as a group, did the walk together - at which point I discovered that she had cerebral palsy - and spent 13 hours on the coach the next day back to Peterborough. By which time our legs had completely ceased up and we couldn't walk, but we went o the cinema later that week. But it wasn't a date, apparently, as she would have to wear a dress if it was date. 🙄
That was it really. Boy met girl. Boy moved 180 miles away a month later, 18 months later girl moves 4000 miles away to the edge of Siberia....
20 years since we met, married for 13, two kids. She is still a gobby/bossy mare at times, but she is MY gobby/bossy mare.
Picture House night club in Stourbridge. Both hammered, she approached me as I was the tallest fella in the club, a drunken snog and an exchange of numbers. We had to meet outside the bar for our first date as neither could remember what the other looked like.
That was 12 years ago, we got married 2 ago. She's amazing, a perfect foil to me, we make a great team. She's also fit as and I'm punching way above my weight.
Disappointed Flashy - I was expecting it to go:
I was standing at the station, I was waiting for a train,
and I was thinking to myself as I watched the pouring rain....
😀
It was wet and muddy on bikes. Both had been to see Manu Chao that week and led us on to Gaye Bykers on Acid and Butthole Surfers. No one else had a clue what we were talking about.
Working for a large insurance company in the mid 80's. Couple of guys said the new girl who'd started upstairs was fit. I wandered past her desk and decided she was.
A few weeks later I went up to her and asked her out, in front of about 5 old crones she worked with who all stopped work to watch.
"I can't, it's difficult" she said (had a steady boyfriend). I slunk out dejected.
Christmas party in a local nightclub a few months later I walk in and immediately she rushes up to me and sticks her tongue down my throat. Inseparable all night.
Spent a month or two as bit on the side then she dumped the boyfriend.
Silver Wedding anniversary next year 🙂
She was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar when I met her.*
*That much is 'mostly' true
I have never managed to pull birds ... hhhmmm ... 😯
I did offer them pork crackling though ...
At a party I was hosting, she showed up as someone's +1, we were both very drunk, and she ended up staying the night in my bed (quite possibly for the sole reason that the only other option was a tent in the garden). She left before I got up, apparently because she was scared I wouldn't like her when not pissed. That morning a mate asked me if it was a 'hit it and quit it', type job. I had a think, and realized that I actually really liked her. I managed to get in touch with her via a mutual friend and she felt the same way.
She was on Page 15 of Thai Brides monthly, £2600 and 2 months later she was shipped over in a crate...
The rest is history.....
We first met in the wardroom when I was a very young sub-lieutenant and she was an officer candidate. I thought she was cute and she thought me a bit arrogant (she wasn't wrong). Turned out we were both into hillwalking and a few munro's later we were dating and a year after that we were married. Married 25 years now and still happy, despite her jumping ship from the senior service to the army.
The very first time (we didn't meet):
A group of us were all stood in the works canteen checking out applicants for the new quality position from behind the mirrored glass, scores may have been involved... She was set on and started a month before Xmas.
The first introduction:
I was covered in Cocoa liquor due to being part way through changing a pump, I had called through to the office to give a progress report to the production manager as she was being shown around the office... Fairly standard stuff really.
When I noticed her:
The Xmas do... She was sat at another table but I kept catching glimpses of her giggling away. Was planning on heading over and having a chat after dinner, but she left straight after the meal.
When she noticed me:
I'd been struck quite well at the Xmas do, but just afterwards ended up suspended pending investigation... I was sat at home until the end of January when my name was cleared.
On returning to work I found myself finding excuses to head to the office and sneak a gaze over the photocopier etc.
I seemed to be getting nowhere, but then in a weekly maintenance planning meeting she noticed me looking and instantly broke eye contact and didn't regain it for the rest of the meeting. I thought I'd blown it and didn't notice an increase in quality involvement in my work.
I hate to admit it, but use of the works IM system became less and less business based. After a Friday evening spent on Facebook chat work related conversation was completely off the cards and the following Monday we exchanged phone numbers.
At this point I was unsure what was likely to be on the cards, so kept things friendly with a little bit of blue - having been single for six years following a bad breakup I was petrified about getting involved and also with the whole work thing I didn't want to end up with a harassment case on me...
Eventually things came to a head and we had a phone call on a Saturday morning in late March which in quite businesslike terms laid out where we both were. We met that night at her house once her daughter was in bed and the rest as they say is history.
Apparently the reason behind her shyness in the meeting was because she had seen me looking and in her words "it was like you'd shot me in the clit!" 😮
Mates house party, I was pissed, she was driving, I thought she was hot, she thought I was a bit of an idiot. Luckily she was a work mate of a friend so met in the pub another time. We bonded over a love of steak and kidney pudding.
Mates 21st birthday party, I was already in a relationship but knew she wasn't the one.
Gradually got more and more hammered so sat down to talk to some mates, she suddenly appeared with a bottle of Newcastle brown ale for me, needless to say she got my attention. We hit it off, but I found out she was only 17 and and I was 26, I thought it was a no go, anyhow we went back to the flat where the party was to continue. She left shortly after when she walked into the kitchen and found me snogging the face off another girl.
Two weeks later I spotted her in a bar shouted " Ello Gorgeous" and she fell for my charm again 😛
Anyhow long story short, few dates later (even though I kept thinking she was too young) I dumped the girlfriend and 17 years and 3 kids later I realise some things are just meant to be! 😀
Student Christmas ball. Lots of free wine on the table (Elland Road, Leeds). I got to the point of drunkenness where its either dance or wake up under the table.
Think she did the same.
My dance moves impressed her.
Either that or we both needed someone to lean on to stay upright.
21 years later.....
🙂
She walked through the door at work for an interview and I thought PHWOAR!!!(apparently she thought phwoar too) , she got the job and we just clicked ,good buddies/drinking companions for nearly 2 years (she had a boyfriend I had a few girlfriends) then we got it together in a drunken fumble snog and the rest is history......nearly 27 years of it.
Thirty odd years and I can still remember the first words my Mrs said to me-
'You can't smoke that in here'
Cant really remember, I was 4 and she was a baby. 2 marriages each and pushing 40 years later we're married and happy.
I thought she had a nice bum, but other than that, it was all a bit meh. 11 years and 3 kids later and its much the same 😉
First time I met her - no idea really. It was in Spiders in Hull and as per usual I was absolutely shitfaced. Got introduced via a mutual friend then had a bit of snog.
Didn't see her again for a couple of months. Again in Spiders (slightly less shitfaced this time) and we decided it would be a good idea to walk back to Newland Ave (about 4 miles) at 2am in the morning. Jumped her bones and she's still here 12yrs on and with the addition of a small person. I am a happy chap.
"it was like you'd shot me in the clit!"
Romance aint dead.
Met on a camping holiday with our families when we were 14. I have to say the feeling of knowing someone for years when you haven't must mean something because I knew even at that age I loved her.
Got a phone number, had an awkward teenage hug because her younger sister caught us going for a kiss like something out of a film the day she left the site.
We took it in turns to visit one another by train as there was 45 miles between us.
Eventually I moved out at 18 and into a flat with her. Engaged at 19, married at 21. Been married for two years and together for 10 in April.
We have grown up together and I have to say we know each other inside and out. Now own a house together, have a cat, about to get a dog and thinking of a wee one too.
She also seems to 'get' the whole bike thing and has made noises about buying one for herself, how can anyone not like the idea of that!
10 years at 24 is rare, but I love her, she's my quine and always will be 😉
Just don't tell her I said that 😀
First night of fresher's week 19 years ago,in a very, very busy JCR in halls of residence full of loud mouth pricks (like myself) trying to outdo each other's tales of gap yah bravado.
I'd grabbed a table very early on with someone else and we sat there and let people circulate around us. Two girls sat down with us. Bloke I was with utters "I quite fancy the brunette". He got nowhere, I married the blonde 5 years later.
It helped that there was a half hour queue at the bar and we soon realised that a 5-foot nothing girl could sneak through the crush and keep me supplied in beer. What's not to like? True love.
14 years of marriage, 3 houses, 2 kids, several jobs and an 18 month cycle trip and all's well
We met when digging up newts in Mugdock Country Park. It was quite muddy.
Her mum owned my heavily used local, I wanted cheap beer.
7 years and many travels later her mum doesn't own the pub anymore and I didn't get as much cheap beer as I thought.
She kept me though
Small Night club above a cheap pub in Plymouth.
She caught me looking at her a few times and, well, kind of meandered toward her on the dance floor. It was tiny, so no way to escape.
She kindly let me remain within arms reach, and she reached for me.
A few drinks, and a bit of talking ensued.
We went back to her place (well her sisters place). Where an almighty row broke out between sister and sister's boyfriend and sister's new beau (who had come back with us also)...(?) All very confusing and complicated.
She said she knew I was for keeps as I didn't flee the scene. I didn't flee the scene because a bit of a tiff between three other people was no reason to let her go. She was lovely then, and still is.
We'll be married for 25years in January.
Hacienda 1989 first words to each other.
Her; "do you know where I can get any E's" ?
Me ; "yeah how many" ?
We've been together ever since that first night.
Some lovey reads here, esp' Stoner & Seadog. *sniffles*
In 1972 we were 15, had a few 'touchy feely moments but went our separate ways. I did think about her over the years cos she was a bonny lass & used to give me those doe eyed looks.
30 years later she only sends me a message via Friends Reunited & the rest is history & we got married in Feb 2010!
& still happy! 😆
Magic.
When I first saw Mrs BigJohn I said to my mate "That's the girl I'm going to marry".
That was in 1969 and we've been together ever since.
I still get the same kick.
On a Sunday afternoon Meetup social at the pictures. I was rambling on to a friend about something lefty whilst waiting for the film to start, she joined in from a couple of seats away (all I can remember is her massive smile) and from there on I forgot my friend existed. We chatted like we'd known each other for years (all the more remarkable as I'm usually appallingly slow to relax around new people)for the rest of the evening, it felt like we were the only people in the world. Both putting off and then abandoning our plans for the evening just to stay out a little longer. Chatted for a few days via the Meetup messenger and Whatsapp before I got the courage up to ask her on a date, and we've been together for ten deliriously happy months.
Admittedly it's only the blink of an eye compared to a lot on here, but I've never been so happy or known someone so well. I've found the person I'll grow old with. Bah, bloody dust 😳
"it was like you'd shot me in the clit!"
If anyone ever says this to me, I am going to wife them immediately. That's adorable.
🙂
Many would confirm that I'm no expert, but I can't imagine being shot in the clit would be an enjoyable experience?
Not even with Cupid's little arrow?
Shot in the clit is going to be like hoofed in the slats, a STW legend is born 😆
It was March 2000 and I'd gone to California on a skiing holiday.
The ski club I was with were from Wigan but there were a couple of chaps who had joined us from down south, one of whom had bright ginger hair, so noticeable from a far.
On the first day I went out skiing with these 2 and a female friend.
Immediately it was apparent I got on really well with mr.ginger top.
It was as though I'd known him all my life and we had so much in common.
Things weren't straight forward as he lived in London and I was in Stockport. I was convinced he was 'the one',so was willing to put up with months of tedious travelling.
12 happy years of marriage later we're still together, however the ginger hair has long gone.
Stoner - we also had our first snog on St Patricks day,along with several pints of Guinness.
If I remember correctly I spent the first half of the evening trying to look down her blouse, then the second half calling her stupid for not working out some daft party game we were all playing. of which she never forgets to remind me of.
On out first date? I remember looking at my watch for a lot of it as it turns out she has a very annoying habit of being very late for everything. It should have been a warning.
15 years later and I still pretty much do the sames things. 😆
I went round to a mates place to pick up a car engine and his gobby little sister stood there heckling us whilst we struggled to load it in the car. She's now my wife of 23 years, I'm a glutton for punishment!
She was hanging around outside the cafe looking pretty hot in a miniskirt.
I pulled up on my motorbike. Said g'day beautiful, 5 minutes later she was on the back, and we were off round Loch Ness. Must have been the red hair and beard effect (me not her 🙂 ) because I was far from smooth talking.
Miss the days of no helmets and no speed limit. Must be hard to pick up a girl now with a motorbike. 🙂
We married young against determined opposition, it's nearly 50 years now.
I first met her June 21st 1971. My brother was taking his girlfriend to a Wishbone Ash gig and dragged me along so his gf's pal would have someone to talk to. I can remember exactly how she looked,what she was wearing etc which is amazing given I'm a bloke. Can't remember a thing about the band except they were crap. I already had a gf and finished with her before starting a relationship with Sarah.
We split when I went to Uni because I was young and naive. After playing around I realised I'd messed up and wrote to ask her back. She ignored me.
Three years later I heard she was in town so I went to find her. That was 1978 and we've been together ever since
First time we met (*as I remembered it): He came along to our club weekender. I thought he was a right grumpy too-cool-to-talk type, although myself and my friend came to the conclusion he was, by far, the best looking guy there. Didn't think much about it other than that.
Few months later I found myself unexpectedly single around the same time as him. Decided he would be a good Mr-right-now even if he was a moody bugger at least he was gorgeous. 'I'm too uber-cool' arrogant mountain bikers don't really do it for me, but you know, who can resist a shaved head and six pack?
Nearly three years on it turns out he isn't arrogant, grumpy or moody and is in fact the most amazing person I have ever met. 😀
Judging personalities = not a strong point
*turns out it wasn't even the first time we had met. We had briefly spoke and ridden on a night ride about a year before when I had turned up for a club ride (and no one else did). He was waiting at the same place for a mate and I rode up the hills with them till I split off and leave them to ride some uber-nuts off piste stuff. I had totally forgotten about it, but he remembers it really well. 😳