I suppose it’s because [name]Valentine[/name]'s [name]Day[/name] is upon us, but I’ve been wondering lately about all of your significant others, and would love to know your love stories. Any sweet romance stories out there? The majority of us on the forums are married or in serious relationships, and I would love to hear how you met and fell in love. Was it love at first sight? Were you sworn enemies until something wonderful happened? Did you overcome major obstacles to be together? I would be interested to hear what kinds of love stories are among us.
Mine’s not really that spectacular but I will telling it anyway. We first met in a train station in [name]Glasgow[/name]. We looked over at each other a smiled, nothing more. I was living in a flat in [name]Glasgow[/name] at the time with some of my good friends that I had known since I was younger. [name]One[/name] of my friends was a bit of a party maniac so she used to take me to some weird parties. It was later in the night and me and my friend decided to go to a party at one of her friend’s house. I hadn’t been in a serious relationship for a couple of years and she was always trying to hook be up with boys but I never went with any of them. So basically I met the boy I had smiled at in the Station again at the party and we dated for a couple of years and then one evening after we got home from a meal out he handed me a box with seven cupcakes, all with letters on them but it didn’t spell out a real word. He told me I had to figure out what it was and he gave me one clue, that were was two words. On my first attempt I spelt out [name]Rem[/name] [name]Army[/name] but then I tried again and spelt out the word [name]Marry[/name] and then E and M were left and a quickly put them in order and looked at him and smiled and said Yes. (I know it’s a little chessy but everyone loves a little bit of cheese!) We married at my favourite beach in [name]Harris[/name] and the sun was shining and it was all I could have wished for. It wasn’t a big wedding just close friends and family (we both have big families though!) We had our twins after being married for two years and we have recently brought home another little boy. I can truly say I married my best friend and I don’t now what I would be doing if I didn’t have him and our boys.
Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes I can be a bit clumsy at the best of times. Can’t wait to hear everyones stories!
Cute idea!
My freshman year of college, the guy I liked and I were set to be in a video for an upcoming campus talent show, doing silly interviews with teachers and students. My friend was supposed to be shooting it, but when I showed up for the shoot, it wasn’t [name]Jon[/name] waiting for me. It was a guy who looked an awful lot like him, though, and it was no surprise to find out that [name]Tim[/name] was [name]Jon[/name]'s brother. We hit it off, and then I just kept running into him everywhere on campus after that, even though he lived off campus. I ended up showing up for the talent show with [name]Ben[/name] (the guy I liked), getting separated at some point, and hanging out with [name]Tim[/name] the entire night. Fast forward four years. [name]Tim[/name] and I were all snuggled up on the couch to watch a movie. He hit PLAY, and it was a montage of goofy video clips from the day we met, with a message at the end asking if I would marry him. And let me just say that while a video like that would take about 20 minutes to make with today’s tech, eight years ago, there were tapes and lots of editing involved! Anyway, I think you know my answer 
We’ve been married almost seven years, and I can’t imagine my life without him, and now, our amazing little girl.
Those stories made me smile. I love happy endings. 
My sweetheart and I met in an unconventional way. We “met” online through an online game 8 years ago. He worked with a friend of mine who lived 3,000 miles away, and the three of us would group up a lot to play. I was the designated healer of our group and it was my job to keep everyone alive. I’d sometimes let [name]Kevin[/name] die on purpose because he was such a sarcastic ass. I grew to appreciate his biting humor and began healing him. Anyway, one evening we were playing alone and he asked if he could have my number. It took me by surprise but I agreed. We ended up talking for 3 hours.
Over the next couple of years we started talking exclusively to each other. A lot. It was the strangest feeling, because we both felt like we were in a relationship, but we’d never met and had 3,000 miles between us. At the time, he was doing environmental work and was working on a Beluga whale project. In retrospect, it was while listening to him describe the whales that I fell in love.
Anyway, my great-grandmother died while I was in the room with her, and before she died she said to me “if I knew my life would end like this, I would have done everything differently.” She died in a lot of pain, and it was horrifying to me that she’d died with such regret. I went home that night and bought a ticket to see [name]Kevin[/name], knowing that one way or another it was time to decide whether we were in a relationship or just very good online friends.
The moment I saw him as I was coming down the escalator in the airport my heart tumbled and I knew we were in a relationship. I ended up staying up here, and that was almost 5 years ago. He’s most definitely my best friend.
So many cute stories! Sweet idea, alzora, remember to share your story too!
Mine isn’t all that adorable…we met through a series of misadventures our first weekend of college (be careful talking to strangers, kids!) and ended up merging our little friend groups and staying out most of the night. My roommates thought he was cute (I was interested in one of the other guys from that night) and he swore my name was [name]Clare[/name] the next time we met up (it’s not). Over the course of the year we both dated and broke up with other people, became best friends along the way, and ended up in kind of an on-and-off thing by the end of the year. We started actually dating the following [name]August[/name], a little over a year after we first met.
9 years later, we’ll have been married for 4 this spring and are expecting our first little one.
The funny part is out of that group that met in the middle of the night, we’ve had 3 weddings so far!
Such cute stories! I’m loving them! I actually initially had my story written out in my original post, but then I decided that if nobody else added their stories, I would feel weird just having my love story all alone in a thread for all to see, so I took it out until there were some posts. Here’s our little tale:
My own love story is nothing remarkable (though special to me!), but we had a pretty simple beginning. I met my husband four years ago at a church event. He was about 25, I was 21. Good conversationalist, sense of humor, intelligent, good listener…he hit every item on my mental list. His blue eyes were astounding–so blue they were almost clear, and he still gets comments from complete strangers out in public–and his witty sarcasm rivaled my own (I had never before found a guy who could keep up with my witty cracks). Our story has that typical plot line of most love stories: talked, added each other on Facebook (if [name]Shakespeare[/name] wrote his romance plays today, he would have to mention the Facebook Phase of relationships), chatted on Facebook every night, swapped cell numbers (and when we did, I told him very frankly that he would need to upgrade his plan to unlimited texting, which he promptly and wisely did the next day ), texted daily, began confiding in each other, spent hours on the phone, entered a serious relationship over [name]Red[/name] Lobster’s cheesy biscuits, got engaged in my beloved university’s cyber cafe where I still worked as an alum. Exactly two months to the day after we got engaged, I was in a car accident. For three days it was unclear whether I would survive. When it became clear that I would survive, it remained uncertain whether I would be mentally handicapped, or whether I would ever walk again. This remained in question for about two and a half weeks. I don’t think you can call this an obstacle to our relationship (apart from my nearly dying), because it was obvious throughout the ordeal that he was not about to leave my side no matter what the outcome. His colors were clear. He would have spoon-fed me for the rest of my days if he had to, though thankfully my recovery was a complete one. Ten months after my accident, I was able to walk unassisted and without limping down the aisle to my best friend. I am now in a phase of life where I am happier and more peaceful than I have ever been, and we are trying to conceive our first (we’ll see if this broken body is capable; much has been reconstructed but doctors gave the green light). We bought a little house, and got a Wheaten terrier puppy and named him [name]Bing[/name] (we call him “our son”). My husband still treats me like a princess almost two years after our wedding. He still opens the car door for me. I am his first waking thought in the morning. On days when I have to go somewhere, he silently schedules his mornings around cleaning the snow off my car and making sure there is enough gas in my tank. He will get up on a freezing cold [name]Saturday[/name] morning and drive my car down to the gas station to top it off before I am even up and showered. I’ve never once asked him to do that. He doesn’t let a day go by without reminding me in some way that I am his princess. Not even two years married and he could already give husbands lessons on how to love their wives. I love that we have smiles and laughter in our home; I grew up in a very happy home, but my husband did not, so I love being able to make him laugh every day. As much as I want children, I am reveling in our honeymoon phase. That boy makes me feel like a star.
My husband and I were both Americans studying at [name]Oxford[/name], and our circles overlapped, though I thought he was a little unadventuresome for me. We both became friends with a Lebanese monk who invited us (with others) on a trip to Lebanon and Syria to visit monasteries and churches of artistic, historical and architectural significance. Surprise surprise, such a trip doesn’t attract many people under 50 who aren’t also monks, so we ended up spending 3 weeks talking as we tooled around the rural Middle [name]East[/name].
He came down with a parasitic infection and I took care of him (I was a parasitologist at the time). I admired his brilliance, his extreme intellectual passion, and found we agreed on almost everything politically, religiously and philosophically (though he ran rings around my philosophically). He was also sweet, vulnerable, and uncomplicated. Most young guys would really balk about being taken care of with amoebic dysentary, but he was very open and free about it. I grew up with a bunch of uptight WASPs and had been dating this long string of Australian and British guys, so someone from an emotionally available, open, happy, joie de vivre type culture was very refreshing.
We definitely, from the very beginning, always rubbed each other the wrong way in many small things. I always say we had all the big, important things 100% in common, and very few of the small. After three years of distance dating we decided the big outweighed the small and he took a law job in [name]New[/name] [name]York[/name] to be near me as I finished medical school. I wouldn’t exactly say we’re soulmates, but after nearly 9 years he has never bored me, I’ve never found him banal or dull, and he continues to be a good person. He feels the same about me. [name]Both[/name] of us prioritized intellectual companionship over almost everything else and so we’re happy.
When I was 15, I was diagnosed with cancer. I met my husband when we were fifteen, bald, and in the hospital! Luckily we both lived with only a few scars. For me, it was love at first sight. I saw him from across the clinic. He was bald, had a cane, and thin as a rail! I was nervous to talk to him so I made my mom go find out his name. The doctors were so excited to hear about my interest in him that they broke the patient privacy rules and told us about him. He had an interest in me too. We spent long, endless nights looking out at the water from the hospital room. We finished chemo around the same time and kept in touch through support groups and letters and phone calls. We got married when we were 22. We both work at the hospital we were treated at and everyone knows about our story.
I love all these love stories! Great forum!!
My OH and I met almost 6 & 1/2 years. We were in the se grade and he was best friends with a girl in my circle of friends. He started sitting with us at lunch and we were torn between finding him funny and finding him annoying but we let him stick around. However he was always the butt of our jokes and pranks and I will admit I was horrible to him. It was nothing for me to back hand him for some stupid thing that he’d done a hundred times before. Despite my regular abuse he still willingly hung out with me. He’d call and ask me to go to the mall and he’d come to my house and we’d play video games. But at school we still didn’t get along.
Almost 2 years later a mutual friend of ours said that [name]Martin[/name] was going to ask me out the next day. I wrote it off but mentioned it to a few people thinking it was a joke. Sure enough the next morning we were in the hall talking and our friends asked if he’d asked me out yet. I said no and our friends looked at us, put our hands together and declared us a couple. After a week I had every intention of breaking up with him. We had nothing to talk about, didn’t hang out like we used to and it was just bad timing (I was a week out of my second hard relationship). The day I meant to break up with him he snuck up behind me and hugged me. [name]Don[/name]'t ask me what was so special about that hug but I felt relaxed instead of feeling the normal tension and stress. I couldn’t bring myself to break up with him. The next time I hugged him it was more of the same. I was relaxed and as time went on I found myself genuinely liking him instead of just giving a nice guy a chance.
Fast forward seven months and we were laying on my couch watching tv when during a commercial he blurts out “[name]Will[/name] you marry me? Because it would make me literally the hippies person ever.” I said yes. Looking back that was not the time to be doing that. We were young and hadn’t been in a relationship long.
From there our relationship has just gotten better. We’ve been together almost 3 years now and I can’t imagine not being with him.
Hubby and I met while studying abroad in high school. We grew really close during the year we were in [name]France[/name], but, as these were the pre-Myspace and Facebook days, we kept in touch via snail mail. About the time we graduated, Myspace was becoming a big thing, and we connected via Myspace. He went to college in [name]England[/name] (where he’s from), and I went to college in the US. We both dated other people, and when the time came for me to study abroad in college, I studied in [name]France[/name] again. We met up in [name]London[/name] over a weekend, and saw each other for the first time in about three years. We really hit it off, but weren’t anxious to start a relationship because of the distance. So we just stayed friends for another couple of years until he ended up coming back to the US for graduate school. We lived in the same city, and we started dating about six months after he moved over here. We dated for almost two years before he proposed.
He proposed in a fairly understated way. We were taking a walk after dinner one night, talking about the future, and he very surreptitiously slipped in there that he was planning on marrying me. Of course, I caught it, and asked him (sarcastically) what made him think we were getting married. He replied by pulling out a ring and saying that if I didn’t say yes, I would be putting a big wrench in his whole plan (he had pulled together a lot more for the night). I said yes, and we got married a year later. We now have a beautiful daughter and are expecting a second child.
I’ve been with my boyfriend since I was 13 and he was 15
He had a huge crush on my best friend. The three of us used to hang out and she was kind of mean to him and long story short, I got him in the end. the summer before freshmen year.
now, skipping a few years of the story, we are saving up together for a house!
These are so cute!
We met for the first time at a gallery opening in [name]London[/name] in the autumn of 2008. I was absolutely intrigued by him, he was so beautiful and intense and strange, but I was in a serious relationship with someone else so nothing happened. We did have some friends in common, so we met a few times a year here and there, at parties, gallery openings, exhibitions, and I was always magnetically drawn to him, I could sense him when I walked into a room he was before I really knew he was there. I eventually left the man I was living with (2010) and moved across town. On my first day of utter freedom when I went to the shop, I ran into him. So we went to the pub and talked and I fell madly in love. However, I was a little scared by him. Not scared maybe, but he’s so intense and moody and I felt intimidated, I’m bipolar and 2010 was a bad year for me. (My boyfriends up to this point had been a completely different type than him, which is a good thing for I always got involved with the wrong kind.) So it took us another year to get together. When we did, I moved in with him straight away. And one year later I got pregnant. He is my favourite person in the world, he’s so interesting, warm, unpredictable, loving, sweet, good, kind and funny. Smart and beautiful too! I can talk to him about anything and everything. He accepts and loves my quirks and flaws, as I do his.
We come from pretty similar backgrounds, he’s a little fancier than me (his father’s a lord), we’re both artists (well, he is, I’m working on it) and we both come from big, loud, interfering families. The only thing this far is that we have different views on marriage. But all in all, I think I’m very very lucky.
[name]Happy[/name] [name]Valentine[/name]'s [name]Day[/name], everybody!
[name]Valentine[/name]'s [name]Day[/name] is my favorite holiday for two special reasons.
Back in my single days, I had this friend who was always trying to set me up with guys she knew. I usually said “no”, but there was this one guy she was obsessed with having me meet. She swore that he was absolutely perfect for me, and since [name]Valentine[/name]'s [name]Day[/name] was a couple of weeks away, I finally agreed. It beat being alone on the most romantic day of the year, right? Unfortunately, a few days before V-[name]Day[/name], I came down with a TERRIBLE case of the flu and had to cancel. We made vague plans to try again once I felt better, but when [name]Valentine[/name]'s [name]Day[/name] came, he totally surprised me by showing up at my place that night with a beautiful bouquet of roses and chicken noodle soup from the restaurant where we were supposed to have our date! Though he didn’t stay long – I didn’t want him to get sick, too – I thought it was really sweet of him to come by. And even though I certainly didn’t make the best impression in my pajamas and unbrushed hair, he still wanted to go on our make-up date, which we did a couple weeks later. It turned out my friend was right. We hit it off right away, and a year later, on [name]Valentine[/name]'s [name]Day[/name], he proposed over dinner at the same restaurant we were supposed to go to the previous year!
Now it’s our V-[name]Day[/name] tradition to go to that same restaurant and order the chicken noodle soup. 
You guys have made me a weepy mess over here! So many wonderful stories.
My story is kind of broken into two parts: high school and college. DH and I met through his girlfriend at the time (who had also been my neighbor and friend for years before this). She introduced him to me when I was ushering for on of our high school plays. A couple of weeks later, she broke up with him. Fast forward a month and I’m working as a stage manager for the talent show and he was one of the acts. Most of my theater tech friends (including the neighbor friend) came over afterward to play pool, games, etc. He and I were clearly harboring crushes on one another. So, the neighbor/ex-girlfriend had the same group over a week or two later and while getting coffee before going to her house, she called him to tell him I liked him. He was shy and I realized he was never going to ask me out, so I asked him. Totally cliche high school romance, I think :).
He started college less than a year after we started dating and that took some adjustment for us both. We talked about dating other people but never ended up going through with it. I ended up going to the same school and that came with its ups and downs too, but by my junior year, he knew I was the one for him and proposed. My best friend was in town from school, so we all went to her house to spend time together. After dinner, we went to pick up a couple of movies from my house to watch and while DH and I went to my room to retrieve them, my dear bestie decided she’d sit with my parents and wait for us. I should have known! While looking at the movies, I turn around to ask him something and he’s down on one knee and he pops the question. I come to find out that they were in on it together. She had helped him find out the type of ring I wanted and apparently was miserable trying to keep her mouth shut :). Now, we’ve been together for almost 11 years (and almost 6 years of marriage). He’s my polar opposite and complete equal in all the right ways .
aww, that’s super cute! I would have loved that one!
DH and I are both from [name]California[/name], but we met in [name]Geneva[/name], Switzerland on a tour arranged by our universities alumni association.
We spent weeks as the only young, unmarried people in the group and really clicked.
We were married less than a year later.
I like and love him more every day 
Great thread! I’m loving all the stories.
My husband and I met while we were a part of a [name]Christian[/name] acting group. I had just joined and didn’t notice him at first because I was meeting so many new people. For almost a year, he wasn’t even on my radar which in hindsight I find amusing since he’s 6’ 3" and burly. Finally I started noticing him, because he was slightly weird and confusing. He had a very strong personality and was a bit of a loner, but to my surprise I was slowly drawn to his firm, passionate opinions and commanding demeanor. This is surprising when you realize that I have a very fun loving, happy go lucky personality. Of course, now that I’m older I’m more grounded and practical, but this is my default mindset, and especially back then I looked at everything through rose-colored glasses. Though I suppose as the saying goes, opposites attract.
Anyway, the drama group had a camping retreat and it was during this time that I realized that I had grown to have feelings for him. Nothing definite, just a look here and a conversation there. I remember thinking, “I really like this man’s work ethic and faith.” After that he began coming over to my house all the time. We started officially courting and 6 months later he asked me to marry him. Now my husband isn’t very romantic, so he literally popped the question while I was loading the dishwasher, and he didn’t have a ring. We still laugh about it and I’m actually glad that he didn’t have a ring because I was able to personally pick mine out. The only thing remotely romantic about his proposal was that it was on [name]New[/name] Year’s [name]Day[/name], though honestly I don’t think that was planned.
We were married on a beautiful, summer day in a garden surrounded by family and friends. Fast-forward 2 1/2 years and we have a wonderful, little boy and a baby on the way. Obviously my story isn’t Hollywood material, but we are definitely the best of friends and I love him to pieces!
This is a perfect [name]Valentine[/name]'s [name]Day[/name] thread! I’m a hopeless romantic, so reading all these beautiful stories is a delightful treat
The beginning of our relationship was sort of a comedy of errors…at the time I was still with my abusive ex, and he was crushing on my best friend, a closet lesbian, who he met in a hurricane in the middle of an Ohio cornfield. I was planning to surprise my best friend by visiting her at university, and I recruited him to pick me up at the airport and drive me to the school…I was shy around him because we’d only ever spoken on chat, in passing. I spent a week at the university, getting to know her crazy beautiful group of friends, and he and I really connected…like that deep, instant, soulish connection. His intense blue eyes, the way he communicated, the way he wasn’t afraid to be emotional, how strong and fast and half-wild he was… This was an eclectic group, really into martial arts and archaic forms of combat, and they built an obstacle course in the local park. When it was his turn to run the course, he blasted through it and didn’t stop…he kept running straight at me, literally swept me off my feet, and ran all the way across the field with me in his arms…I could hear his heart pounding and that carefree laugh rumbling in his chest…in hindsight, I think that was when I fell in love. I had all these reasons why I wasn’t really drawn to him and it was all just a mistake: misplaced loyalty to my boyfriend, his feelings for my friend, our age difference (I’m two years older, which at college age made me feel like a cougar!) the long-distance thing, etc. So when I went back to my “normal life” we stayed in contact, just as friends. Friends who think about each other all the time. And chat all the time. And have phone conversations until 3 am all the time. Nothing weird about that, nope!
He was there for me when I finally found the strength to wrench myself out of that destructive relationship. He was there for me when I was too stubborn to go back home, living by myself in the scary part of town, thousands of miles from anyone who cared. He was there for me when I took a “vow of singleness” for a year to get my crap together, refusing to be in a relationship until I was no longer so damaged. He pursued me so gently, waited so patiently, loved me unconditionally even while I was careening around my life making terrible decisions and suffering the consequences. He was my rock, my best friend, the one person who knew everything about me and never judged me, never left me. And when that year was up, he showed up on my doorstep with a moving truck and brought me here to the most beautiful place on earth, waited a few months to get his family used to my presence in his life, took me to an antique store and bought me the most exquisitely beautiful ring, proposed to me in a park with the same name as the university we met, and married me a year later on the summer solstice, a casual beach ceremony with our families and that same crazy beautiful group of friends in attendance.
We will have been married 8 months next Friday. He’s my everything.
All of these are adorable to read!
I met my husband on my auntie’s wedding day when i was 17 years old. I was her bridesmaid and she had employed a make-up artist to come to her house and get us all ready before the ceremony. There was a knock on the door and I went to answer it and there he was; tall dark and handsome even though he couldn’t have been older than 18. [name]Even[/name] though I was so young at the time I knew he was definitely someone I wanted to get to know better. It turned out that he is the brother of the make-up artist and had come to drop off her phone that she had left in his car. My auntie invited him, we got talking and never looked back.
The proposal came after 6 years together. It was my 23rd birthday and all my family were round for dinner at our place. It started snowing outside so we all went out to watch. Then completely out of the blue he was down on one knee and asking me to be his wife. My mum and both my younger sisters were crying which started me off and I said yes without any hesitation. Now we have the two most beautiful twins I could ever have imagined and still look at each other the same way we did on that first meeting when I opened my auntie’s front door. He is the best thing that ever happened to me
I met my husband [name]Andrew[/name] in second grade at an amusement park. He was the older brother of one of my closest cousin, [name]Chandler[/name]'s best friends. He ended up in our walking around group and we became close friends. He transfered to my school before third grade and his family came to be close friends with my family. Before fourth grade, both of our families moved to a village in [name]Africa[/name] and there was only one more family there with English speaking kids, so we became best friends and developed crushes on each other. My parents died on furlogh in the US when I was fifteen and I was taken in as legally responsible by a man I now call dad. My new dad and I moved to the village again. By ninth grade [name]Andrew[/name] and I went off to boarding school and started dating. We left boarding school after tenth grade and moved back to our village to be with [name]Andrew[/name]'s parents and my dad for eleventh grade and our senior year. We took a gap year before college and toured Europe and [name]Africa[/name]. Then, [name]Andrew[/name] went off to college at [name]Stanford[/name] to study law and I went to Vanderbilt to study Nursing and Education. (odd mix, I know.) He proposed when I was 24 and out of college and got married when I was 25. I am now 28 and he’s 29. We have a precious adopted four year old and another adopted 1 week old. We also are pregnant with twin boys!
@futuremom can you please spin your ridiculous fantasies somewhere else? In multiple posts your adoptive son is “one year one week old,” then he’s one week old. And he and the fetal twins will sleep in triple bunk beds?
You can’t be a year apart and have one of you matriculate in college and the other matriculate in law school.
Why was an Australian kid walking around a US amusement park at age 8?
And how nice of your adoptive father to return to the “African” [anyone who’s lived in [name]Africa[/name], myself included, refers to the country in which they lived, not the continent] village to continue your parents’ noble, unspecified work.
This is a baby name site which does not at all require one to be married, partnered, pregnant etc to discuss names. [name]Just[/name] be who you are, or else join a writers forum if you want to construct rather flimsy, ludicrous fantasy selves.