How We Met...

[rose4cale]

Seeing Allan and Jessica's story on how they met made me think of my own relationship with my husband and how we met. I love to hear stories like that and thought maybe it would be a nice light hearted topic during such a sad CF time.

So here's our little how we met story...

My parents had just split up in the middle of my Junior year in High School. My mom and sisters and I moved an hour away to a town that I just couldn't stand!!! During school I had always worked at the local grocery store so when we had to stop and get groceries for the first time I told mom I would go with her and fill out an application. So I did that and we were walking through the grocery store and stopped at the meat counter. It's a fresh meat counter with real butcher's (hehe) behind the counter wrapping your order. We did all that and I noticed one of the guys watching me the whole time. Kind of creeped me out a little but he was cute. We finished our shopping and checked out. Little did I know that guy followed us up to see if we wrote a check to find out who I was and where I was from. A couple of weeks later I was working there and he would write messages on the meat packages and send people through my check out line. We became great friends. He constantly asked me out but he was/is 7 years my senior so my mother didn't like the fact he was so much older. I didn't realize at that time, he told his Mom that if he ever dated me, he would marry me. Which means a lot because I never knew his Mom. She passed away that year but he had sent her through my line at the store so she would know who I was. I didn't know it was her. How I wish I did now!

When I was in college and broke up with my BF and he his girlfriend, we finally dated, though by then he was living 4 hours away. A year later we were married. 12 years later we have a stronger relationship then anyone we know. All because he was SOO persistant. If I hadn't of liked him I would have turned him in for being a stalker!<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif" border="0"><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif" border="0">

 

[Allie]

My little love story....

I went to a college hundreds and hundreds of miles away from home. I was fairly lonely the whole time I was there, except for my boyfriend of the time, who happened to be freshman roomates with Ry, and friends. I dated him for all four years of college as he proceeded to cheat on me and beg for forgivness, which I always did, after crying on Ry's shoulder for a while. We were always good friends in college, but I stayed with my boyfriend of the time until we graduated, when he broke up with me.

I went to grad school in a town about an hour and a half away from my college town. One weekend, I went to temple and saw Ry standing there. We struck up a conversation afterwards, and after a few weeks, he asked me on a date. When we first sat down at the table, He looked me and said " Alexandria Ruth D'Israeli, I'm going to make you fall in love with me, like you've never loved anyone before" Needless to say, I thought he was wierd. But I was surprised. I had a great time, and we started dating.

A few years later, he admitted that he hadn't proposed to me because he was afraid to hurt me. I told he better do it, or I was going to ask him, because CF or no, he was the best thing that ever happened to me. So he asked me a month later, and we had tha happiest, best marriage ever for as long as I had him, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. <img src="i/expressions/heart.gif" border="0">

He was the most romantic and sweetest guy...sigh..those were the days, eh?

 

[cfgirl2008]

Those are nice stories of how you and your loved ones meet.<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif" border="0">


Tiffany 15 w/cf

 

[Emily65Roses]

Oh this is fun!!! Okay so Mike and I actually met when he was 10 and I was 12. He had just moved to CT from Salem, MA. We had acting classes together back then. He has told me the story many times, because he remembers meeting me and I don't remember first meeting him. I was two years older, and apparently had a "mysterious, quiet, keeps to herself" quality that allowed him to notice me before I noticed him. He had a crush on me pretty much right away. He tried to impress me, cracking jokes and stuff, and that's when I took notice of him. Him and I were always together during classes, and the teacher often had to separate us because we talked too much. I think we had a 2nd class together too.

Then 2 years later, when he was 12 and I was 14, we were in the town play together. It was The Wizard of Oz. We were both members of the Emerald City. Small parts, nothing major, but that meant we spent all the practices together. After it was over, he told me he liked me. I felt bad because I kind of liked him too but 12 and 14 was too big a difference. I told him "maybe when you get to the high school" and kissed him on the cheek.

In August of 03, we ran into each other at the "teenage hangout spot" in our town (small town) on a Friday night. I was there visiting the "adults" (all early 20s) who ran the program (I was 19 at the time), and he was there visiting friends (as he was 17). I was in the kitchen nuking some Chinese and he noticed me first (he told me most of this stuff later on, after we had gotten together). He pretended not to, though, to see if I cared enough to say hi to him. I did. I turned around and saw him there and tapped him, all excited, said hi, etc. He went to play pool with his best friend Jay. I finished the Chinese and went over to the pool table to hang around him and Jay. We spent the next hour or two flirting, and then sat down to talk to each other. I told him about my first love, Ryan, this giant mess, heartbreak, he cheated on me, all that crap. He told me about his equivalent, Jenn. They had been together more than a year and she cheated on him a number of 6 or 7 times. We spent the rest of the night talking and all that. At the end of the night, I gave him and Jay a ride to Jay's brother's house. But before I let him out of the car, I demanded a phone number and an AIM name. He happily handed them over, and then I drove home. He apparently left Jay's in a matter of minutes, because when I got home first thing I did was sign on, and add his name, and he was already signed on. Again, he waited for me to say hi first. I did. We spent that night talking to each other until 5am. Sometime during the night I told him "you know, if you weren't dating that Jenn chick, I'd love to go out with you now that we're older." He was silent for a minute and I was sure I had said the wrong thing. He then checked to make sure I was serious and I assured him I was. He told me to give him a week and he'd leave Jenn. LOL. So we talked again the following night from 10 or 11 until 5am. Funny thing was, he came on that night, and right away said "okay it's done." lol, he had broken up with her already. So we planned to hang out that coming Monday.

Monday came, I went to pick him up and bring him back to my house to watch movies and such. That day we watched several DVDs and somewhere during them, we both reached in to kiss the other at the same time. We decided that Monday (August 11th, 03) that we were "officially dating." It was bad timing because I was moving away to go to college in Boston only 3 weeks later. Mike, his parents, and even me somewhat weren't sure it would last because of the bad timing. But here we are, more than 2 years later, still together, still happy, planning our future together. Hehehehe. I LOVE TELLING THAT STORY!!! <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif" border="0">

Attached is a pic of us when we were 12 and 14 and in the play together. I love that we have a photo of us that far back. Heheheheee. <img src="i/expressions/heart.gif" border="0">

 

[miesl]

Why not - I'll add mine to the mix.

I had gotten a livejournal account in January 2003. I was just finishing college, and having zero luck in finding a job (I still don't have a good one). I was pretty miserable about the whole life-in-general situation. I made a post in early April wondering if anyone I didn't know was reading my journal. One person replied - Jeremy. We started talking on IM.

He asked if I wanted to go for coffee on May 1. I did.
We had coffee, talked, took a ride in his car (oh sweet jesus, that was the scariest car ever), and walked at Minnehaha Falls.
We saw X2 together on May 5.
Dinner date at Buca de Beppo's on May 7.
Geeky game play on May 10.
Dinner and a movie (Spirited Away) on May 11.
May 13, 14, 15 - more dates.
May 16 - I was getting ready for my graduation party, so we didn't see each other.
May 17, my graduation party - he was there, and I've seen him <b>every</b> day since.
Last weekend in May, 2003 - we went sailing on Lake Superior with his parents.
He moved in with my parents and I at the end of July, 2003. (I have the coolest parents ever).
First trip to Glacier National Park - August 2003 (a week long trip my parents plus us). Backstory on Glacier - I've been going since I was very small. It's my favorite place - it's just incredible.

Insert over two years of cuteness.

September 4, 2005. The first day of a two-week trip to Glacier. Jeremy came walking up behind me (in my favorite campground), pulled out a ring box and proposed. He had it all planned out - he ordered the ring special (it has a yogo sapphire, which are only mined in Montana), and packed it in Paul's (my dad's) suitcase so I wouldn't know it was there (since I packed his suitcase and our car). Of course, I said YES! He had been planning to wait until later in the week. My parents had bought us a night at the Belton Chalet (a historic chalet built by the Great Northern Railway in the early part of the 20th century) for our birthdays, and he was going to propose there. He was impatient - and wanted me to be super giddy for the whole trip (I was). We had a wonderful trip, lots of hiking, lots of animals, and lots of super cute mushiness.

So lately, we've been planning our wedding - August 12, 2006!

Now I'm all giddy.

 

[anonymous]

all u guys are making me jealous.... i want a nice guy with no baggage, let me say that again... no baggage, no ex wifes, and no kids.... WHERE DO I FIND ONE????/

 

[Emily65Roses]

I'll tell you the same thing I tell everyone else. More often than not you have to sift through a bunch of losers before you find a good guy. And even though Mike has no ex-wives and no kids, he does have baggage and maturity problems and blah blah etc. He's great and I love him, but he's FAR from perfect. lol

 

[Lilith]

I guess I'll share, too.

Actually, I met Rick when I was still in middle school (6th grade). We had an art class together, something we both love. He was the shy guy, but after a while we started talking and laughing about random funny stuff. So much, in fact, that the teacher had to seperate us, and even then we were shouting to each other from across the room!

After that class, I didn't see him again until 9th grade. I didn't remember him all that well, but he remembered me. He had a friend come up an reintroduce us. At the time, I kind of blew it off. Don't really know why, I guess I just figured that it was a passing thing. Later on that year, Rick and I ended up having a computer class together. I didn't even know he was in the same class until he saw me and switched computers to sit across from me. We started talking again about things we had in common (while we were supposed to be doing our work ^_^; ) But it was short-lived, because about a week later I had to go into the hospital for IV's.

I was there a total of a week, another week of IV therapy at home, and then I'd finally gotten so fed-up with IV's that I decided to have a MediPort put in. It was my first surgery, and it wasn't fun. My computer class had actually had an assignment to make get-well cards for me using a program they were learning. I got a bunch of 'em, but Rick's was the one that stood out the most. He was so sweet, and wrote me a note along with it full of his comedy to make me laugh.

When I finally got back to school, Rick found me again. He asked me how I was and why I'd gone in for so long. I told him about my CF, but lucky for me, he'd already heard about it from my friends and had actually researched it himself, just for my sake! I showed him my port, but he wasn't bothered by it one bit. He just kept asking me how I was feeling and if there was anything he could do. After that, we started talking a lot more and one weekend, he and I were on the IM and he'd finally gotten up the nerve to ask me out. He was the first person that had ever asked me on a date, and I happily accepted.

We went to Ruby Tuesday's for dinner and saw 'The Mummy Returns' (all on his tab, he wouldn't let me pay). It was the best night of my life.

We became kind of attached at the hip, and I think we got yelled at a total of 1,000 times by our mothers for outrageous phone bills. Couldn't get us away from each other. Then finally, one night, with the help of my best friend, I told him about all the complications of my CF, and that even if he didn't feel the same way, I told him that I loved him.

He told me he loved me, too, and that he didn't care about the complications. He wanted to be with me for as long as he could, and that was final.

We've been together ever since then, going on 5 years this coming June. And even though we've had our rough patches, and even though neither one of us is perfect, I wouldn't trade him for anything.

Now if I could just find a way to get him out of bed on time, eveything would be fine <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif" border="0"><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif" border="0"> Damn heavy sleeper...*lol*

 

[LindseyRose]

These are so cute! My turn...I love telling this story!

We met at the restaurant he and I both worked at. It will be 5 years ago this January. We were in the same training class, and actually we sat next to each other on the first day. His name is Olmo, and as much as I hate to admit it, I couldn't get passed a name like that and his unibrow!! LOL!! There was no attraction on my part, but later he told me he thought I was cute and he liked all of the piercings I had in my ears, and even remembered the sweater I was wearing. I didn't really look twice at him- I had my eye on another guy across the table! I ended up dating that guy for about 9 months (9 months too long, I should add!) Olmo had a girlfriend as well, but their relationship was always on the rocks.

We didn't really work a lot together either. Usually we had different shifts, or had sections on different sides of the restaurant. But when we did see each other both of us would light up and instantly be in a good mood. He always made me laugh! And he would always bring me hershey kisses when we did work together.

On New Years Eve 2001 we both ended up working. And there was A LOT of champagne flowing!! There was a lot left over at the end of the night so the managers had let us all take some. We all drank after our shift was over, then went over to one managers house and continued the festivities. Needless to say I was pretty drunk. Eventually, the manager got sick of everyone being in his house and told everyone to go home. At the time I was living with my mom about an hours drive away, so there was no way I was going anywhere. Olmo politely said that he would take care of me. So, armed with my plastic puke bag, he sat me in the backseat of his car with his friend Jeff next to me. At one point I started to throw up out the door, which made me laugh, which led to coughing, which let to farting!! And you all know how unforgiving that Cystic colon is! Jeff and I still laugh about that one! Finally we got to his house and Olmo put me on his bed, and would't you know it, I threw up all over it. He and Jeff asked me if I was done throwing up, I said yes, so they changed the sheets. Then I threw up on those too! After I was done and those sheets were taken off, he just curled up next to me and held me for the rest of the night. But he was so sweet - he asked me first if was okay that he held me. I was really impressed that he didn't try to take advantage of me since my current state of mind wasn't really all there.

A few weeks later, we went in to work and got this crazy idea to make a "turnaround" trip to Vegas after work. We rounded up some people to go with us, but as the shift went on people started dropping out. Most of us had to work the following night, so basically we would only spend a few hours there, turn around and come home, go back to work - all with no sleep. In the end we were the only two left who still wanted to go. We said "what the heck" and left work at 2 in the morning to make the 3 hour trip to Vegas. I wasn't 21 yet so we spent the day just going around from hotel to hotel. We got to the Paris hotel and decided to go up the Eiffel Tower - it's a half sized replica of the real one. At the top he kissed my cheek, but I didn't do anything or say anything about it. Later he told me that he was so mad that I didn't say anything because he didn't know what I thought about him. He would have at least appreciated a slap in the face if I didn't like it!

A few weeks later we started dating, and 4 months later I moved in with him. We have been together ever since and just got married in May '05!!

 

[rose4cale]

To the Anon poster looking for a guy with no baggage...HA!

All day I smiled about our story and was remembering how we would talk EVERY night after work. How we flirted in front of everyone and they thought we had something going on...and we didn't. How just seeing him would make me smile. How he would pick out songs on the radio that reminded him of me and tell me to listen to the words more closely. And then it happened. He came home from work and opened his mouth ...pointing out something that I didn't get done today. While he had no ex-wife or kids before me, he is still a man who doesn't always think before he speaks. I'm sure I do things that make him roll his eyes too, but that is all part of the big picture! <img src="i/expressions/heart.gif" border="0">

 

[JazzysMom]

Well I have wanted to post, but didnt want to be too long winded so here goes. Robert & I met as we both worked at our local hospital. Initially he was with a construction company putting an addiiton on the facility & later became an actual hospital employee in another capacity. He said he remembered me from the first time he saw me. I dont remember meeting him during the construction job at all. I remember some other guys, but not him. I was in a troubled marriage at the time so didnt pay any mind anyway. After he got the job as a hospital employee he would wink at me in the lunchroom which of course I thought was fun because it was an ego thing. After my first marriage finally ended his flirting went from winks to chats. He worked 2nd shift to me so I would come into my office to find paper roses there from him. He kept telling me to expect a call from the Jenny Jones Show. He had me paranoid. He was soooo different then any man I had ever met. Mysterious, quiet, soooo serious. Not anything like my usual type yet I was sooooo drawn to him. His famous words then & now are........when I saw you across the cafeteria eating (what sex appeal that must show) I knew we would be together. We ended up moving in together just a few months after chatting started. My family was upset since my divorce was not even final although my first husband & I had been legally seperated for awhile. They thought I was jumping from the frying pan into the fire. Within 10 months of moving in together I got pregnant. I never blinked an eye about being pregnant or what to expect. I knew in my heart & soul that this pregnancy & relationship was meant to be. A few months before I got pregnant my oldest nephew was killed at the age of 21. My sister (the mom of my nephew) told me to follow my heart. She would NEVER tell me that if she didnt believe it to be right. So I did & here I am 9 years later (7 of it marriage) very happy and fulfilled. Would the same scenario work for me in a different place or time.....dont know, BUT it worked for me this time. It was the answer I had been looking for!

 

[rose4cale]

I love these stories. It brings a smile to my face!

 

[JazzysMom]

I loved posting it because at times I get caught up in life & routine (CF things, daughters school etc) and forget the special things.

 

[65rosessamurai]

Everyone's story was so interesting, I wanted to include mine, I'll try to make it as short as possible:

It was a dreary night when I told my now ex-wife, "I want a divorce!"...

Wait a minute...let's roll that back to the beginning..."WAAaa, Waa"...Oops, too early!

If I were to get into how I got here in Japan in the first place, I was studying Japanese at the University my mom was about to graduate from, when my mom suggested I write to this company she found in one of her Journals, that does introductions with people overseas; yes, a pen-pal.
Little did I know I'd be bewitched by the enchanting romance of exchanging letters with women overseas? I had sent a letter to about ten girls, and the first few weeks I was busy with replies. Eventually, the letters cut down to one, and she was "breathing heavy" for an American to marry (It didn't phase me until it was too late!). This is where I found out that long distance relationships don't work if you can't spend some "quality time" in dating and conversing in person. So, without straying from the glamourous part of meeting my new wife, things were not working out, despite ten years of trying. The marriage with her was less than expected, and even my CF related problems were "unacceptable" to my ex. She often said if I were hospitalized for the CF, she'd divorce me. It wasn't until two years ago when I had a bicycle injury, severing my collar bone from my shoulder bone, and instead of surgery, the wife decided to buy a house with my hard worked income, I couldn't take it. The odd thing of it was it happened to be the month of our ten year anniversary, and I had a horrible dream regarding our marriage life on the day of my accident.
After I requested the divorce, it was also a time where I felt the need to improve my Japanese more. I tried a few forum based home pages to look for guys to teach Japanese due to my marriage situation, but there were mostly women, there. I didn't want to risk any "rumors" that could bring unnecessary trouble. But, then it happened.
One day, while checking some personas out, there was one girl, Yuka, who was a Journey fan. I liked Journey, too and knew it was rare for a Japanese to like any American music so much. So, I thought it would be nice to share in that aspect. It caught me by surprise to find out, we ended up having more in common than I thought we would.
It was almost a month before we had a "blind" meeting, but we had exchanged a few photos before then.
She wasn't as I expected, but there was most definitely something about her that I fell in love with. It took me some time, but the more I knew her, the more I started liking her more. And I also had to tread on thin ice carefully for a while, I was still legally married, and she understood that. Yuka and I had dated, carefully, as friends, but when my divorce was finalized (I had to push the ex to speed it up--she had some odd notion she wanted us to stay married for two years before divorcing!), we dated more seriously, and with no need to be cautious!
Unfortunately, just as soon as my divorce was over, Yuka's father was diagnosed with liver cancer, and was slowly dying. I guess I made it to her side just in time, she really wished it wasn't her dad who was ill and dying. Even though she lived over an hour away, we still dated, but she had to be by his bedside, for no one else in the family could, or would care for him. She'd call me every night, just to hear my voice. And I loved hearing her voice on the phone; she's got such a good telephone voice! Sometimes, while talking to her, she'd fall asleep during my conversing. I asked her (after she woke up) if I was boring her, but she replied my voice is so soothing to her, she fell asleep (How cute!). I guess in a way, we both were each other's life-saver.
The Ex had fortunately never found out, and even though during the seperation and divorce with the ex-wife, Yuka wanted me to move in with her, but it was better to move somewhere I could live alone before making that commitment. It also gave me six months to think about re-marriage again, and I don't regret it. I only regret not being able to meet her the FIRST time!

 

[lovingBenandCambree]

Okay, ME too ME too!!! I want to share.
My story is kind of long so I will try to cut it short. I first met my husband in the hospital when I was 16. He was coming up with my friends that are his cousins. Anyway, first impression: annoying and a spoiled rich boy. Wrong on the rich boy right on the spoiled and occassionally yes annoying<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif" border="0"> We talked for a minute, he ended up hitting me in the head with a wad of paper and from there I thought that was the end or our confrontation. About a year later. I was out on the track at High School practicing Cheerleading when the football team came out of the tunnel to practice. I noticed a new kid that looked so familiar. It then dawned on me that it was him, Ben Pehrson. He looked much more attractive than I remember. We made eye contact. You know the kind where you both know that you know each other but you can't be positive. anyway a few weeks passed and we saw each other in passing every now and then. Then a dance was coming up and I was trying to decide who to ask. I thought for sure that Ben had already been asked so I didn't put much consideration into it. One afternoon walking to class his cousin came and told me that he had not been asked and that I should ask him. I did and we had a great time. I was a senior at the time and he was a junior ( robbing the cradle I have been told) Well, we were together for nearly two years and ended up breaking up. I was in college and it was time for me to figure out what I really wanted. After about 2 months we ended up getting back together. He came to the same college as me and we had one of the most amazing years of my life. I never knew I could have so much fun with the same person everyday. After that year he ended up going on a mission for our church and was gone for two years. I wrote him nearly everyday and longed for him to return. Upon his return we were married within 6 weeks. It was amazing. we have now been married for 3 years but it has been just over 8 years from our first date. We have experienced so many things in this life that I just didn't know were possible and he opened my heart to know what true and unconditional love is. He is such an amazing person and I am so grateful to share my life with him.

Okay gush gush sappy yes but still true<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif" border="0">

Emilee

 

[Emeraldmirror]

Our story is really long but I'll cut out the stuff that doesn't really matter. This is how me and Cam met:

In grade 10 (so i was 15) my friend janet and i were going with the 4 h club to go to the toronto royal winter fair. Well the bus to pick us up was in a town a little ways over, so we decided to stay at her friend Nadine's house in another town a little closer. That night though (it was a friday night actually it was november 5th) Nadine and her friends wanted to go to this dance. I was never the one who really liked dances but I agreed because everyone else wanted to go. So we get there and i had just met janet and she would tell me about how she grew up in this town and moved to where i lived in grade 8 ( i didn't know her until grade 9 because we didn't go to the same grade school) but she would tell me about all the people she used to go to school with, and one of them was this fat kid named Cam that everyone would call fatigue (the french word for tired i dont know if i spelled it right) or pronounced "fatty gay". well we get to the dance and the girls are like "hey look there's cam, ashley i dare you to go grab his butt (mind you another word was used)" and me being the person who can't seem to put a dare down (having licked the cafeteria table once for a nickle) decided "hey why not", so i stroll over to this guy (who btw isn't fat anymore at all and isn't that bad looking) and grabbed his butt and was like "hey what's up" he must have jumped like a mile high. I'm not sure what happened after that because it was 6 years ago. But basically the night went like this "hey cam nice shirt can i touch it"... "no .... i'm gay you know", "no you're not", "yes i am", "no you're not"... and so on, he was also wearing this like fake crush velvet shirt that i found out later was his moms lol. But i hung out with him and his friend murney (steve) all night. We got yelled at by the vice principal for him giving me a piggy back throughout the hallways and basically ditched everyone else to go hang out. Mind you the whole night he did try to convince me he was gay, I wasn't buying it and to be more annoying i followed him around for the rest of the night. So anyway the night ended, we missed the bus to the fair and the world returned to normal... or did it.. no it didn't because being me.. i had no way of getting in contact with him agian, so i took thephone book and looked up murney and got Cam's number from him. We became friends and i eventually went to his house and convienced him to take me outside to see the cows (he lived on a beef farm) and while we were in the barn i kissed him and then ran away telling him he "kissed like a fish". I was the first girl he kissed. Then basically we always had other girlfriends and boyfriends, he dated janet for 3 years, i dated one of his friends and then some other people, and we were really good friends at first, but we would get into trouble with eachother and there was always something that made me never want to talk to him again. I know at one point i told him when i was 16 we were soul mates and i guarenteed we would end up married, and old and bitter in our rockers on the porch. So after 5 years of hanging out, being bad for eachother and loosing contact with eachother, Finally a time came when i just broke up with someone and out of nowhere he called me to hang out. I accidently made him wait for me for 2 hours because i locked mykeys in my car (that was at a 3 month period of pure bad luck for me). But we started to date and then moved 3 hours away from everything up here to kitchener.
(mind you like everyone there was a lot of weird twisted things inbetween, he was mean to me at points i was mean to him, but all in all everything worked out and plus i'd be typing forever if i told the story in it's entirity)


Ashley 21 w/cf

 

[supermanfan]

I thought I would jump on the ban wagon. I love those stories by the way! Here's mine:

I was at a club with a couple friends listening to a band, which the one particular evening my favorite band was there (they were from Germany). I was sitting at the bar with my friend facing the band. A guy walked by us and my friend nudged me, and said, "Oh Denise... did you see him? Go for it", and then she laughed. (She was dating the bartender at the time, and loved teasing me about being single). In a little while he walked back past us in the oposite direction. Our eyes met, and they didn't move... as he kept walking by, my head turned and follow him, and he followed me. It was something right out of a movie. Anyways, that's the last I saw of him, at least I thouth. Later that night I was over on the other side of the band listening to then (Ok, I had a cruch on the guitarist, and I'm sure he knew it) So anyways, a guy had approached me, and to my suprise it was HIM. The guy I connected eyes with. So we talked, and I got his number. He had given me his business card with his work number and home number. So that was Thursday night. That weekend I went out of town for a meeting for CF Camp that would be going on in the next couple weeks. So when I got back from my weekend trip I called him at his work. I figured that would be safe. Anyways, he remembered me, and asked if I would like to go out on a date. I accepted. So we went on a date, and I was mesmorized by him. I was born and raised in San Diego California, but I had never taken a tour of the harbor... that's where he took me; a night time tour of the San Diego Harbor after a wonderful meal down at the harbor. We really hit it off, and when he dropped me off he was such a gentleman, and kissed me on the check (I know that's gonna sound corny to some).

I then went to CF camp for a week, and constantly thought about him. When I got back I called him, and we went out more and more... he would call me every day at work just to say "hi" and see how I was doing. We then started seeing each other exclusively, and were inseparable. It was from him that I got my first dozzen of long stem roses (one of the roses I saved and years later he had framed for me... it's hanging in our house).

So it was coming up on Valentines day, and we wanted to do a weekend trip (it would be our first trip away together). We booked a room in a small cozy hotel in the country, and scheduled to go horseback riding on Sunday, Valentines day. However, that Saturday night after we ate I started feeling very terrible. It was obvious that I had a high temperature. We went back to our room, and relaxed a little... then realizing my fever was too high, he took me to the Kaiser emergency... (oh, and he has never liked hospitals lol what a combination) so they hooked me up to saline, and got my fever down; the only problem was that it was taking so long we ended up staying there past midnight, and I could tell he was heart broken that our weekend had been ruined. They discharged me finally, and recommended that I call my doctor on Monday (I didn't want to be admitted to the hospital that weekend). So we went back to our hotel room once again. Now I'm in my robe, and look horrific since having a sweltering fever, and as I was brushing my teeth when he came out of the bathroom all dressed up in his tux <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif" border="0"> I couldn't believe how handsome he looked. Anyways, he gave me a box of chocolates, and then he sat me on the bed and got down on one knee. He had me open the candy box, and there inside was a ring. It was then he proposed to me. Needless to say, I said yes, and 14 months later we were married, and 13.5 years later we still have the greatest relationship.

Now that I think about it.. .we never did that horse back ride on Sunday, but we actually own two of our own horses now. He had recently asked me if I ever thought I'd turn him into a cowboy... and I have to say, he is a natural at it <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif" border="0">

 

[anonymous]

I dont come on hear often and am glad I stumbled upon this subject. I sooo loved reading your stories.

I am the Mother of a 21 yearold daughter with CF. I hope the time comes that she meets someone special. I soo want her to be happy and experience what you all have.

Good lovin to all of you.

 

[blindhearted]

I want to share, but I'll tell the short version.

I was in my local hospital for a tune-up from CF / sinus / touch of pneumonia. I met a handsome and sweet CNA on my second week there. We got to talking and realize his mom and my dad hung out when they were younger and our aunts worked together years ago. We exchanged email addresses (he saw my laptop, I was on it almost ever minute I was awake and asked if I had email). I was discharged from In-Patient to Out-Patient for my IV treatments. I usually tell most of the people who work with me at the hospital bye when I leave, specially the nice ones. I asked someone about him, next thing I knew he came down to see me. We talked, the last night I was there we exchanged phone numbers. Short one day of finishing my IVs I found I had a kidney stone blocking my kidney had to go and have it removed ASAP at the hospital one county over. He called over there, seeing that my IV meds were sitting out, but I hadnt showed, he want to see if I was okay. After all of that drama, we talked every day for about three weeks and he asked me to go out with him and some of his friends.

I graduating high school and college, he graduated nursing school. Chad and I were united in love this past October, on our six year dating anniversary. <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif" border="0">

 

[ReneeP]

I have to start reading this section more...I check the Adult and Families sections daily but overlook this one... It was so fun reading everyone's stories...

My husband and I met on the internet, in an MSN chatroom. I was living in Kentucky and he was in Minnesota. We were both very recently divorced. Neither of us had really done much chatroom stuff before. We were both home with young children (me 3 and him 2) and neither wanted to be out dating, but both lonely. The first night we met we talked from 10:00 pm until 8:00 am online. And from there it just continued. That was in March of 2000. I remember the first time I heard his voice on the phone...it was Heaven...I nearly melted. I was already so in love with him I didn't know what to do with myself. I lived to get e-mails from him... We finally met in person on July 4, 2000... I moved to Minnesota with my children on December 16, 2000 and we got married on 2/22/02 ( I tried to pick a date it would be easy for him to remember, lol). In two weeks it will be 5 years since we moved in together. We have sole custody of all 5 children and have been to hell and back with ex spouses. We have more baggage than anyone I can imagine. Any sane person would have ran from both of us but I thank God we met each other. I have the 2 girls with the medical problems and his 2 sons both have severe learning disabilities so we've got our hands full. We have only once child who has no special needs and that's my 13 year old son (I think by virtue of the fact that he's 13, that's considered special needs)...lol. So, basically we are the Brady Bunch minus One (and it will have to stay that way... we simply couldn't handle anymore). He is definately my better half. We complete each other. I'm way too easy going and he's way too strict (learned in the military) so we keep each other in line. I've thrown in a couple of pics just for fun.