I met my wife in 1963 when she moved in down the street. She became friends with my sister and spent time at our house. It was a natural process. We have been married for 45 years

When I was 17 years old a friend asked me to go to a school dance with her because she wanted to see her boyfriend and didn't want to go alone.

It was a different school than the one I went to and I wasn't anxious to go because I didn't know anyone there but went to be a friend.

At the dance a boy danced by with another girl and made a joke about something and I overheard it and laughed. He noticed that I was the only one that got his joke so he asked me to dance the next dance and we have been together ever since.

We have been married for 61 years and I am still laughing at his jokes.

My future husband Walter and I met when he was a student in the "backshop" of the local college's newspaper which had contracted to typeset, layout and print our high school paper. As co-editor of that high school publication, one of my responsibilities was to work with the college paper staff on production and to proof galleys and handle the page proofs later in the process.

Hot type was still in use in the college's J-hole ( J for the Journalism Department) and printer's ink was to me a potent pheromone. We started dating well into my freshman year, after I had abandoned my agonizing studies required for a math major and enthusiastically switched to journalism.

By my sophomore year Walter had graduated and we were planning a wedding and eventually my transfer to another college closer to his work. Anniversary #44 is coming up this month.

Lyn and others...
Just because a marriage doesn't last doesn't eliminate it from how-we-met stories.

Also those people we did not marry for one reason or another aren't less loved necessarily than the ones we married.

I don't believe marriage is the criteria for or proof of the importance of the people we love or have loved.

A girl I met in a night school class thought she should fix me up with her boyfriend' roommate. Six months later she called me and arranged a date. I think she only set up the double date because her boy friend did not have a car but my date did. We dated off and on for 4 years and have been married for 43 years. I learned the "bad boys" are fun, but don't marry one.

My husband and I don't remember how we met. We were both members of the Newman Club at UC Berkeley and probably met on a club camping trip, but I got to know him when I was dating his best friend and he was the person I talked to when things went wrong. We've been married 46 years.

First marriage: I was 17, he was 21. We met in a roller rink. Produced my only son and eldest daughter. Marriage lasted 11 yrs. He did not have a clue about being a father, IMO!

Second: Went out looking for a man who showed good fatherly instincts. My son was 8, daughter was 3. Through a friend found a man very attentive to my children, especially my daughter! We had two daughters...Marriage ended after ll years when my eldest daughter had his child at age 14! He was a very vile pedophile!

LAST: Married a man 15 yrs my senior. Met through a friend. He was a gourmet cook, a practicing alcoholic, and a "minute man!" That marriage was over in 18 months...

All three husbands are dead...In retrospect, the first one was the best one...

Love affairs were basically very good! One lasted 3 yrs! A few weekenders, only one one-night-stand! That was the best sex ever!

For many years now I have enjoyed the company of men friends...though mostly I feel closer with my women friends... There has been no sex for years. I am fine with that...

All the horrors my 3 girls suffered are of course all my fault, they have nothing to do with me at all! They were told I knew what was happening from the beginning and of course we would all be killed should they share what they knew with anyone!

My son will be 62 this year, daughters have already turned 56, 51, and 49. My 80th is the 31st of August...

Regrets? YES! The pedophile!
Wish I had known such scum existed!

However, I do not regret the two little girls with him!

Yes, a story is developing!

My first husband and I met in college where we were both students; our marriage lasted only seven years (he's been married three times since).

I was single for 25 years until I met my second husband (how we met is a story too long to tell here). We were together for 14 years until he died of Alzheimer's in 2008.

Being in love is great at any age!

For Mr C and I, it was a blind date set up by mutual friends. We have been married for almost 47 years.

Given divorce statistics, this is astonishing, so far in the comments, how many of you have been married for many decades.

Also, how many of you met way back in school and are still together. It's making me smile a lot.

Married once 22 years. Still cordial. Several relationships since -- two relatively serious. Philosophical and political differences were the deal-breakers. Sigh. Have decided that I haven't got time for the pain anymore but one never knows . . .

We met on a blind date New Years Eve 1965, my freshman year of college, and got married a year after I graduated. So, know each other 46 years, married for 42.

linda

I jokingly say I married my brother. He worked for my grandmother when I was a teenager. He became a family friend and he and his wife and daughter spent a lot of time at our house. He called my step-sister and I "Sis" and he was like a big brother to me.

He got divorced and had many girl friends who always asked me about his wife. I was 21 when I went home for Christmas and his current girl friend had gone home for the holidays. Since both of were out of circulation at the moment he asked me for a date New Year's Eve. I ended up standing him up when an old boy friend appeared. He was persistent, broke up with his girl friend and we dated for two years. I finally said 'yes.' We had been married for 32 years when he died.

Sky and I met at Esalen and I still think the whole story of how it came about is pretty amazing. The story is online if anyone wants to read it. I called it The Patterns that Connect

First met him when I was 15 and he helped out with the printing of my high school newspaper. Couldn't stand him.
He was friends with one of my girlfriends and came barrelling over at a dance to get her out on the floor when she was whisked away by someone else and he was left foolishly standing in front of me and I rolled my eyes and said "do I have to?" and he said "manners decreee you do" which left me in a bind so I went on the dance floor with him and I agreed to a date as he was so persistent but made the date 2 weeks away hoping he'd forget. I did and he didn't. We were married 15 years and are still amicable.
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I was a sophomore in college and met my husband when making up a college dance class I had missed by signing up late for a PE class. Two of us had come in to a different class and were told to tap in on some of the dancers. I had seen him the year before in a class but we'd never talked. When I tagged his partner and we began to dance he knew my name, where I lived and my major. He'd looked me up from the year before. Now today I might be concerned that was a stalker but back then it interested me and we began to talk after that class, then date and two years later were married.

Both my wife and I were attending college in Denton, Tx. (where we still live today) She was from St. Louis attending TWU to become a nurse and I was across town at North Texas State university (now Univ. of North Texas) working on my B.A. majoring in Sociology.

I worked part-time at a full service gas station (remember those) and she would come in routinely. We'd flirt with each other and she wound up asking me out to watch Young Frankenstein. Six months later in August 1976 we were married at the Little Chapel in the Woods at TWU.

It was a Saturday night and I went on a first date with a fellow that I had met at a bowling alley.

It was the custom in those days to get all dressed up for a Saturday night date so I pulled out all the stops and since it was winter time I topped my black dress with my new fitted purple coat that had a white fur collar and white fur trim at the hem!

When he picked me up he was wearing blue jeans and a jacket!! I asked where we were going, he said, "my club is having a picnic in the woods." He never told me this beforehand.

Well, when I walked into the cabin I made a big impression on one particular fellow who I later dated and married!!

Interesting stories, so I can't resist adding my own.

I had no intention of marrying as I had just told one guy. Then I encountered, a fellow whose avocation from his "regular job" was being a professional jazz musician. He occasionally played bass with our quintet on an hour and a half live daily talk show on which I was a production assistant. He and I hadn't really had much contact, but one day he phoned our show's host and I answered the phone. The show's host wasn't there and the caller said, "Too bad, as he wanted me to call and arrange to take him flying." Without even thinking, or missing a beat, I immediately said, "Oh, that's too bad you've missed him, but I'll go!"

He shocked me by immediately taking me up on my offer, so we made a date to go night flying over the city of Columbus, Ohio. When I hung up the phone, I gasped to a co-worker, "What have I done? I can't even recall what he looks like. or much about him?" She said, "Oh, don't worry, he's really nice. We've had him to dinner."

She and her nurse roommate periodically enjoyed practicing their gourmet cooking by inviting eligible young men of interest to dinner. Little did they know he was a traditional meals, Italian dinners and White Castle fan, having been a youthful classmate of the popular Columbus miniature burger chain's founder.

During our flight featuring spectacular night light sights he unintentionally managed to scare me. After we landed we went for coffee and donuts. Almost immediately, we each felt as though we had known each other all our lives and began dating increasingly frequently.

Somehow, marriage now seemed worth considering when he kept asking, and three months later we wed. We had been married two months to the day shy of our 43rd wedding anniversary six years ago when he died unexpectedly, though he had been having some serious medical issues. I'm sure we would have remained married had he lived, as we were just moving into a new phase of our relationship. I have no particular interest in wedding again for this final quarter of my life.

I met my current husband (the term is an inside joke between the two of us) on the south rim of the Grand Canyon. We were both on vacation. Three weeks later we were engaged and 11 months later we got married.

My husband and I were college students working part-time jobs in the same records office of a hospital. He was a file clerk, and I had to retrieve files. One of the other young women was very interested in dating him, so I was designated to try to find out if he was interested in dating her. He was not. But we had many long conversations, and he finally asked me on a date-to see a Frank Lloyd Wright-designed house. From there, we dated for several years before marrying. The other young woman never forgave me. We will be celebrating 32 years of marriage this fall.

I met my SO when I was 14 and he 16 at church run group therapy sessions our parents sent us to. This was in 1972! We stayed in touch for maybe a year...ran into each other once in our 20s...and that was that, until Feb 2010, when I looked him up on Facebook. There he was, single; there I was, single but going through cancer treatments. We met for coffee...then saw a movie, then another, had dinner...and now we live together.

We actually did meet online, but not a dating thing. She stumbled upon my website and sent me a message to say she liked my music. That was 5 years ago and we now live together!