Where did you meet your mate?
At work ,, She really liked the way I kept her coffee cup full.
At a coffee place, sooo Seattle-ish, right? I called him a jackass. I was at a coffee place with a co-worker, and I was told that they were out of soy milk so I couldn't get my hot chocolate because "some guy just got the last of it." I told my co-worker, "I don't know who that jackass is, but he's on my bad list for the day!" We sat talking for a few minutes only to have this very nice man come up to me and say "Well, I may be a jackass, but I feel bad about taking the last of the soymilk." We've been together ever since.
"A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere." - Groucho Marx
I met Matt my husband at school never gave me the time of day till 4 years after graduating high school and my bfs and gf i met on lush lol
"Haters make me FAMOUS!!!"
Sassy
i met my fiance when we were both just finished with high school and we were interns at the same company we both work for now..
he was head over heels for me but i wasnt ready to be tied down, we eventually became roommates along with another 5 people and after he'd been chasing after me for 8 years, i finally decided to give him a chance, and now i just wish we would have gotten together sooner..
on a blind date in the Navy.. 40 years ago....
Job interview. (He hired me too!)
We met at an impromptu party after a pub session...I had taken over the music as I always do and we started talking about music....after a few weeks we started going out
Stardate 63588.8
I was browsing the profiles for single women in my area, ages 40 to 50, and happened upon her profile photo. I peeked, unaware that she could tell that I'd visited her profile.
She was sophisticated, gorgeous, articulate, cultivated, worldly, three years younger than I, never married with no children - and way above and out of my league. She also had 48 some-odd 'friends' and 46 of them were males aged 55 to 25. I was a MySpace n00b in 2006, trying to figure out how to utilize this (new, to me) social networking tool.
I didn't wink, I can't remember if that's even an option; I didn't send an email greeting/flirtation. I merely admired her dozen or so photos of herself and her family. I drank and savored her typewritten thoughts. It was like a 20 minute vacation, two or three times a month. I'd notice when she added a new photo. I also noticed, eventually as I got the hang of MySpace, that she never once browsed my profile.
To be expected - she seemed quite popular and perhaps too busy, though I did notice that she was checking her account at least as frequently as I was my own. In all honesty, I sometimes felt like I was approaching a creepy stalkerishness with her, so I cooled out on looking her profile up.
A year passed and she had posted three new photos over the summer of 2007, which I noticed in November of that year. The photo of her wearing tight jeans, standing in downtown Hong Kong, while other tourists ogled her in the photo - coaxed a compliment from me to her photo comments area, just before Thanksgiving.
Three weeks later she replied, "Thank you...nice profile you have, yourself."
The second week of January I checked my account again. By this point I actually had eight friends (who I did know; coworkers mostly) as my buddies. I had been using the site for the last thirteen months as a way of connecting with people I had not seen in years or months. I noticed I had four new emails since I last checked in December.
One was from her.
"Are we ever going to chat, or just continue to gaze at each other's profiles? Please don't tell me you're married, gay or just another weirdo looking for an obligatory payback after a few cocktails and a dinner."
I replied and provided an email address and chat name on .
She replied a day later with her chat/email addy.
Two hours later, on a Saturday afternoon...I was striking up a cordial conversation with her via Yahoo. She had some errands to run, but promised to look for me after 18:00.
She did, I was online...we chatted til nearly 2:00 am.
After a week of chatting and eventually speaking on the phone, we agreed to meet for brunch for date #1.
After date #4, two weeks later...we decided to become a monogamous couple.
I later learned she wasn't 3 years younger, but 16 months older than I. Not that it's a big deal - she could easily pass for a woman in her mid to late thirties, (visually). I like to think we're fairly evenly matched up, but...
She's my better in every way, in fact.
MySpace...neither her nor I even utilize it anymore.
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
Hmmmm... let's see... how did it go?
MySpace: The final frontier
These are the voyages of a WellMadeMale
His 5 year mission
To explore strange new worlds
To seek out new life and new civilizations
To boldly go where no man has gone before....
or sumpin' like that....
I also met my lady online in a music chatroom. She laughed at my jokes and was gorgeous so we met up. It will be 5 years next month and we're getting married in June. Who'd have thought the internet was useful!
Twenty years ago I met my lovely wife at a golf course, I didn't know at the time her family owned it. Bonus!!...
*smiles* I might share some day...
It involves feet.
Art College. We showed each other our etchings.
I met my husband 8 years ago in a AOL chat room. It is kinda funny, bit when we first started talking I looked to him as a older brother (he is 10 years older than me), but then we got real close, and we fell in love. We will celebrate 6 wonderful years in July.