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Olympic champ Amanda Beard got engaged to her boyfriend, photographer Sacha Brown, over Christmas. “We are thrilled to be starting the next chapter in our lives together,” says Beard. “We are completely in love and to top it off we are best friends. Sacha proposed on Christmas morning in the most perfect way I could imagine. He is truly the man of my dreams and every day I spend with him is a blessing. Basically, it rocks.”
Sigh.
Lindsay Lohan found a lover who lasted longer than a summer.
Even stupid Jessica Simpson seems genuinely happy in her current relationship.
I am still flu-ey as all hell, lying on the couch staring at the TV, and TLC had this show on about two little people who were just married, and the show was about their first full year as a married couple. They’re both in their mid-30s, and they interviewed their parents about raising them. The girl’s mother was like, “You know, Jen would call me crying, because she was watching all her friends fall in love, get married and have babies, and she didn’t think it was ever going to happen for her. And I told her, ‘You’ll find someone, you’re ready now, it’ll happen,’” and, sure enough, she met her little-person love soon after, on a little-people dating site! I actually cried when I heard that. Perhaps I am pre-menstrual, but still. It was a 4 pm Friday show on TLC, and my eyes are overflowing. I related to this so strongly for some reason. My mom and I have had this conversation A LOT lately.
I’ve been single for coming on three full years now. And I do mean single, like basically haven’t been out on a date with a person more than once during that entire time — not, like, even many mini-relationships based on lust that failed miserably. I’ve just been my own partner for these years, buoyed by the incomparable support of my friends and family. It was good that I was single during that time — I was able to build and grow this business, which I love and which gives me a great deal of joy. It has also required pretty much every waking second of my life during those three years, making it difficult to get a new relationship off the ground. As a result, today I am certainly someone who can say they love going to work every day, and I am grateful for that. But now I have a couple of amazing writers who help me out, and I don’t need to commit so much of my time to The Beet.
Here’s my point: I’ve decided I’m going to actively look for love.
If you, my fantastic readers, are in long-term, happy relationships (read: no Chris Brown bullshit going on), I wanna hear exactly how you met that person. Then I am going to try to meet people in all those different ways. This is just a numbers game, right?
Get to postin’ in the comments, you guys!
We’re landin’ me a man!!!
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My boyfriend (who I didn’t like very much when we first met) liked my best friend months before him and I met. She wasn’t interested and he’d just gotten out of a long term relationship. So did I. I saw his picture on MySpace and told my friend to call him and tell him I thought he was cute. We were sort of each other’s rebounds and first met at a Burger King. From that point, we went to a homecoming dance and have been together for three years.
My husband and I met on the internet! We were both fans of the same band, and started out as friends chatting on a message board. He lived over 1000 miles away, so we didn’t really try to force anything, but eventually we couldn’t help it. We had to meet in person, and it was absolutely love by that point. We dated for a year, were engaged for 3, and got married this past August.
And to note: I had just come off a horrible 3+ year relationship when we first started talking. One filled with all sorts of codependency and drug abuse. I certainly wasn’t looking for anything at all just yet. But you can’t fight true love!
And it will happen to you when it’s the right time. You have plenty to offer any good man!
My fiancé and I are huge nerds. We were part of the same Vampire: The Masquerade group (it’s a nerd game like D&D, kinda) and that’s how we met. We got to know each other and realized that we had similar interests and etc. We’re also Trekkies, kind of like you! =D
I met my husband through my ex-boyfriend. He was on a visa from England for six months and they were roommates at the time. We hung out at a few social events before he asked me out by email. We were married six months later and this is our fourth valentine’s day together. All I can say is that it happens when you least expect it, and when it does you’ll know that it’s right!
My husband and I met when I was 16/17 and he was 19/20. I thought he was the bee’s knees because he’s English and had an accent and all that. We didn’t even go on our first date until I had graduated high school, but we broke up like not even a month later.
Fast forward four years — my fiancee and I had just broken up and so had my husband and his ex-girlfriend. We started just hanging out as friends and then we started dating. Within a few months, we moved in together. Last June we were finally married.
My husband and I were almost opposites and his mum credits me with helping him get his life together. I think the most important thing is that we make each other laugh and we support each other unconditionally. He’s the only person I know (besides my family) who loves me for me. He’s a great father to our two boys and an incredible husband.
Thanks for asking about how we met our significant others. It’s made me remember how much I love him!
You’ll find your guy. It really DOES happen when you least expect it because after being in a serious relationship for four years, I really wasn’t expecting to come out of it and find such a great guy.
I hated my boyfriend up until sophomore year of high school. I transferred to his school and was in his English class for a couple of days in 8th grade and apparently he like, fell in love with me. His friend asked me out for him almost daily. This is where I pretended I have some kind of hearing problem. He had this really ugly mustache, but once he decided to shave it sophomore/junior year, he didn’t look bad anymore. So, I’m only a freshman in college, but we’ve been dating since junior year.
At a friend’s houseparty… Friend of a friend.
Best way to meet people, whether or not they’re gonna be new boyfriends, lovers, friends, whatever, in my experience.
Soooo next time someone invites you out/ to a party etc and you’re all not wanting to leave the house, go! It could totally be worth it :)
I met my boyfriend online in 2005. *I currently live in the US, and he lives in the UK. *
(this is a very simplified version of our story)
In November of 2005, we met through a chat website-chathouse. Soon after we started talking via webcam/msn messenger every day and slowly became closer. We seemed to just mesh together so when I got the opportunity at my university to study abroad in England for a semester, I jumped at the chance.
I went to England in January of 2008 and met him for the very first time at my school there. He drove about 4 hours to meet me, and we felt at ease with one another immediately.
Throughout the rest of the semester I would go and stay with him every few weekends or so, and at the end of the semester I decided to stay with him for another two months after my classes were over.
Unfortunately, I had to return to America, and so I did. We soon began making plans for him to come here and meet my family.
He arrived here in America on December 17th and was able to stay with me and my family for Christmas and New Years, but sadly had to return a month later.
We are currently making plans for a more permanent stay, either me there or him here. It is a very complicated process, but I am hopeful.
My husband and I met at a wedding–we were both seated at the singles table. Although the truth is that neither me nor my now husband was actually single, but rather too embarrassed to bring our respective fuck buddies to the wedding as a date. So, we jokingly fought over the butter dish, shared a cigarette, and some flirtatious banter, but nothing really came of it. (I actually thought he was too nice.) But, 7 months later he finally mustered up the courage to ask me out. The romance moved very slowly and we became friends first, which for me was so weird. Now, we are happily married and solidly in love, but most of all best friends who enjoy each other more than anything else. We pig out, have great sex, then talk about politics, or just berate each other in jest. It’s perfect and he has seen my cellulite, and knows that I do go number 2 but seems to love me anyway. Yay for me.
After a horror year including 2 breakups, a misscarriage, 2 job changes, a sexual harrasment claim (not against me, by me!) and the complete and utter betrayal by a best friend, I wanted to die. So I knew to survive I had to make a dramatic change, and stop letting fate push me around.
I left my life in Australia, my house, my cat, my surviving horse (the other one died this year), my family and friends and my legal qualifications and came to Canada.
I ended up working in Charlottetown PEI at the local hostel, living in the staff house a block away.
One rainy day my friend Rachel and I noticed a little drunk man in a tam o’shanter and a bright yellow raincoat walking down the street towars us. he veered off into the yard of the house next door where he let loose the two dogs in the yard. We tried vainly to stop him, gave up and caught the dogs. We threw the dogs in our front door and scared the bejeezuz out of our Japanese flatmates. We put them in the backyard and called the police.
“wearing a….what?”said the police officer “did you see a leprechaun ma’am?”
Little did we know that by the time the police came the dogs had liberated themselves through a hole. We found one, stuck him back in his own yard and wrote an apologetic note explaining why there was only one dog in his yard. We put this on the front door of the neighbour’s house.
Later we found the other dog but forgot about the note.
When I did meet the neighbour he was very confused. I aplogised for the note, apologised for the confusion, then apologised for taking up so much of his time apologising. Then I realised he was really attractive and blabbered a bit and ran off.
we chatted over the fence all summer, but nothing happened. Before he left to go West for work he choped me enough wood to last until he got back.
When he came back early after hurting his knee I was so happy to see him I just threw myself into his arms, and after hanging out every day for a week I got sick of it all so I made the first move for the first time ever, and to cut a long story short we are getting married soon and have our first baby on the way!
He had a horrible backstory too, and I think that sometimes that makes you appreciate real love more.
So, I guess I’m another one of those people who met their significant other online. November of 1995 I finally managed to get online with a spanking new computer and by February of 1996 I’d joined an online writing group that had it’s own small chatroom where everyone roleplayed as their writing persona’s. Cheesy but it gave me somewhere to write my own brand of mayhem. I met my guy there, only he wasn’t one of the regulars or even one of the writers, but a IRL friend of the site’s owner who only came into the room to make fun of the rest of us. I held my own against his sarcasm, which prompted him to start talking to me outside the chat room. We talked only sporadically for the first few months, then pretty much every day for the next six years.
By 2002 he was my best friend and we spent almost every night chatting online, with at least a phone call once a week. Since alot of those phone calls went on for four to six hours at a time, there was no denying we were close. But I lived in Florida and he lived in South Carolina and there was various reasons we couldn’t make the trip either way. We both admitted an attraction but we were pragmatic enough to admit it was silly to name the emotions when we had no clue how we’d feel about each other when we met in the flesh.
Finally in April of 2002, he managed to make the trip to Florida in order to find work there and to meet me. We hit it off, to say the least. Four days after we met, he asked told me all our friends considered it a done deal so we should go ahead and get married. I told him he should give himself some time to decide if I really was who he wanted and should ask me to marry him once he was sure. He was quiet a few moments, then asked me to marry him again. I said yes.
We’ve been together ever since.
My boyfriend and I met sophomore year when he was dating one of my best friends. He was kinda chunky but still cute but was kinda involved with her and I never would in a million years would try to break things up between them. Then i moved away and got into a very very bad relationship that was abusive three years later moved back to Michigan. After being very depressed and giving up on guys completely I got a random IM from this person i couldn’t remember ( I hadn’t been on AIM in three years and he was the first to IM me.) Come to find out later he thought I was some other girl he used to know and just wanted to get laid, but thats not the point of my story. He asked me to hang out that night with him and his friends and I was really nervous because i didn’t really know him and what if he had turned into a total sleez bag. But i said yes and he came and picked me up, and to my surprise he had lost about 80lbs and grew out his hair and was a total hottie. We hung out with his friends and played guitar hero for a while and then decided to go back to my house and watch a movie. Things happened and I didn’t really care that if after this night he didn’t call me but he wouldn’t stop calling me and asking me out the next couple of days (even though i didn’t want a bf at the time) I finally said that i would go out with him again and he hasn’t left since. Yesterday was our one year and we couldn’t be happier. We haven’t ever gotten in a “fight” ever, we just talk things through. He’s my true soul mate and we found each other by chance at a point in both of our lives that we thought we would never find love. Don’t ever give up, when you stop looking you’ll find each other.
I somehow missed this thread yesterday (I’m blaming my sickness).
I met my amazing husband back in 1996. I was 19, he was about to turn 21. We were both in the same chatroom online for the city we live in and my friend and I were playing around in the room just being, well, 19. I kept saying things like, “I love men with big….” and then I’d leave it like that for a few lines and then throw in “wallet”. After a while of playing it like I was some gold digger, this guy sends me an IM asking me if I’m really like that. I then tell him, no. I’m just messing around. We talked a bit and then again once or twice after that. I somehow got the balls to ask him to meet up and about a week or so later, we met at a local bookstore. I remember being so happy that he even knew we had one or that he even knew where it was.
We met and I remember seeing him and thinking, holy shit. If that’s NOT him, then whoever he is, I’m going to talk to him. We hadn’t exchanged pics (this was 1996 after all, and we hadn’t yet perfected our online photo sharing skills). He was (and still is) a beautiful man. Anyway, he eventually came over and asked if I was me (I had a friend with me for support/backup) and the rest is history. We talked for a bit, left to go get something to eat and exchanged numbers. Went on a date about a week later and have been together ever since.
We married in 2002, had our first kid in 2004 and our second this past September.
I think it’s important for me to add that I was a HUGE whore before I met him. I had done a lot of stupid shit before I met him, even at the young age of 19. I don’t think I had ever even been on a date before I met him. All my “relationships” prior to him involved alcohol, pot and random hookups.
I also wanted to add that my relationship with my husband hasn’t always been great. We’ve had tons of moments where we wondered if we could make it. Before and after we married. We’re total opposites (he’s sane, I am not) and that’s not always a good thing. But I think now that we’re older (you have the years and our ages, you can do the math on your own), and have children (one of whom is blind) things are somehow different. But in a good way.
So, good luck to you. I know it can happen. One of my best friends who hasn’t had a relationship in SIX years, just found her soul mate, just a month shy of her 32nd birthday.
So–Chin up, Beet. When it happens, it’s going to be fucking amazing. You seem to have your shit together, it’s only natural that some Beet Love is sure to follow…
Lol, my boyfriend and me actually just broke up today, happy valentines day indeed. …well i guess ex-boyf now. But we met 4 and a half years ago through a friend when i was in high school and then didn’t really talk much until 3 years ago and due to the fact that all my friends were too lazy to go out at the weekend it kept ending up just us together so we got to know each other properly and got together in march ’06. So yeah a long time, considering im 20 :S (well to me anyways lol)
But feel better soon!! x
I met my boyfriend through my ex boyfriend. I met my ex boyfriend through his little sister, who was in my year of school.
I started hanging around the ex and his friends, and continued to do so after we broke up because of the amazing friendships I had found.
I started talking with his friend, only as friends, for a few months. We started hanging out and after another few months started dating and made it official.
I didn’t even know who he was when I was with my ex, and I didn’t really think anything more of him than just a friend when we started talking etc.. but, three years later and I am happier than I could have imagined.
The ex, my boyfriend & I are all great friends still, which makes things a lot easier. We actually went to said sisters wedding yesterday!
Our story is kind of an interesting one. I’m going to try to keep it as short and concise as possible —
I used to be a lead singer in a local, relatively well-to-do cover band in my area and had made a good amount of connections with the local musicians in the area. One band, of whom the lead singer happened to be a good friend of my, now husband, was playing at a bar one night and friends of mine wanted to go out and see these guys play. (PS, if you’re in the East Coast area, check out http://www.uuu.org, they put on a GREAT SHOW)
They showed up at my house and literally forced me to go out. Not that I didn’t like these guys… And not that I didn’t want to see my lead-singer guy friend, but being that I sang in a cover band, in bars, for a living at the time, the last place I wanted to spend FREE time was at the bar. But I went, anyway. Why not, right?
So we’re there. I’m hanging out with my friends and their respective others (I was single at the time, and happily so). It was a good time, my cousin and his wife showed up, etc. Jay, the lead singer of the band, approaches me on their set break and we’re hanging out, talking, having a few beers. Jay goes back up on stage.
Meanwhile, this totally smoking guy walks into the bar and I immediately pointed him out to my friends. “This guy,” I say, “will end up talking to me tonight, one way or another”. Catty, yes, I know, a little pretentious, too, but I was twenty-two years old, who’s not a little bigheaded at that age?
Make a long story short, the guy (husband) does approach me, we end up talking, hitting it off, he buys me a drink and we chat the night away. At one point, when I was visiting the ladies’ room, my now husband approaches Jay (a mutual friend of ours, unbeknownst to us, the lead singer of the band) and asks him about my ‘status’. Jay tells him (which I didn’t find out for MONTHS after the fact) that he’s not trying to set him up with me because he knows my ‘type’ and I’m ‘too picky’ and my now husband ‘wouldn’t have a chance’. LOL
Well, evidently, he did.
He didn’t ask me for my number that night. I wasn’t going to ask for his, of course. So I left it up to fate to bring us back together again at some point, because I truly was quite interested in this fellow.
Two weeks later, I’m checking my own band’s website e-mail and I come across this strange email that was signed by a very vaguely familiar man’s name, whom turned out to be my husband. This was his way of getting ahold of me. I guess Jay really was that stringent about not wanting to get involved, because he couldn’t even give the poor guy my telephone number.
I get the email, we end up IM’ing, talking on the phone, finally go on our first date together.
We’ve been together since that first date (here we are almost four years later), have been married for almost two of the four and have a beautiful one year old daughter. Things could not be more blissful.
It’s amazing the things that happen when you not only least expect it, but when you’re not looking for it to happen, either.
Love love.
This guy i am talking about is not my boyfriend, or ever will be. He is a guy that i once knew that I’ll always remember. I had to do an exchange in university and i chose oxford. We were both from the same school. He was entering his 4th year and i am entering into my 2nd. I was quite a late bloomer. I never had a boyfriend at that time. He was pretty cute, just a little bit short. He started talking to me on the plane alot. A girl, who was also going to England, who was also in our school sees that us two talk so much and no one made an attempt to talk to her she actually left. I didn’t like him, and wasn’t too interested in talking with him. I was trying to be polite and nice so i can start a journey in a good way. Eventually i figured out he liked me. But i didn’t go for him because i found out that his gf was les. In my mind i was thinking, he dated someone who was les (i guess she didn’t know at the time she) then what da heck is wrong with him. Back then i was too innocent to think it through. i just wanted to say that i’ll always remember that. But to be honest, given another chance i wouldn’t have dated him even though i liked him too back then.
I started dating my husband when I was sixteen, and he was eighteen. We got married almost a year ago. I’m now twenty, and he is twenty-one. When we first met, I never would have imagined he would actually be my one. He was so weird, he dressed funny and was in a bad. Whereas, I wore too much pink and thought people in bands were scary. But I gave him my nimber anyway, because we had some mutual friends through church, and I didn’t want it to run into him agian if I had told him no this time. I just planned on not answering. But I ended up answering anyway. Accidently, when I was expecting another call. Talking on the phone to him once, I was pretty much hooked. My husband is amazing. I learned that he taught himself how to sail, that he was a member of the yacht club (not his family, just him. Weird, huh?), he was into animal rescue like me, and is an eagle scout. I totally judged him the first time I met him, and I am so glad I ended up giving him a chance. He is still in a band, but I buy his clothes now so that area is better. We have so much stuff in common that you can’t tell my looking. I can’t imagine my life without him, and even though the statistics for our marriage really aren’t good at all, I know we are going to make it to forever.
Well, I met my husband at a bar. He was on stage playing bass and I was horribly depressed and out with friends after a terribly bad breakup. He began talking to me on a break and we just hit it off. So, while I was living in NYC and he was touring the country, we dated. I would fly from a trip in Europe (I was an international flight attendant) and meet him in whatever town he was playing in and date for a week. We did this for three months when he said “so, I guess we could save on rent and get married, since you are moving back to Texas”. I told him that I would check my schedule and we set a date. My family and friends were horrified. I quit my job (which I LOVED) and left New York (which I LOVED) and married this man that I did. not. know.
THAT is what can happen when you force things. It has been seven years and we are still together. We have the most amazing little boy that I wouldn’t trade for the world, but he was a rebound and I married because I was suffering from PTSD from Septemeber 11th, had just lost the love of my life in a demand for marriage and I figured that, since I would never love anyone again the way I had my ex, I might as well marry this guy. Don’t let it happen to you.
By the way, I met the love of my life in New Jersey, 10 days after loosing my apartment in the September 11th attacks. He was a pilot (which I had vowed never to date) and so I brushed him off. But we were out with mutual friends and we clicked. We were both laid off from the airlines because of the aftermath of Sept. 11th and we traveled around the world together. He is still the ONLY MAN that never berated me, cheated on me, or ever treated me like less than a person. And guess what I did?? I FORCED things!!! I told him that I wanted marriage and kids and soon (I was getting old…24), and he needed to decide if he was ready. We had a painful breakup because we loved each other immensely, but he never saw himself as married. I married my husband five months after our breakup and my ex told me that it broke his heart. And now, life goes on.
Please, Beet. Whatever you do, don’t force love. Don’t get so caught up in looking that you settle for something or push something away that could be right. Don’t make the same mistakes that I did because the consequences are eternal. Take your time, let love find you.
For fucks sake girl, it’s called a divorce, you always seem so sweet on here and I love your blog personality so if your not happy with this guy leave him. Take the kid. Find a new job that you can love. Move back to NY if you want to. You can do so much better dear
I don’t want to hurt him. Stupid, I know. I never want to cause anyone else pain, and I know what I can tolerate, so I do.
I was almost out the door this fall, but we started counseling. We’ll see how that goes. I kind of think he is starting something with a girl at work (all the signs are there), so I will wait for that to really spring up so I have every reason in the world to leave and no good reason to stay. I just want to make sure I do what is right for my son.
I liked my boyfriend for years and never even spoke to him. Then one day my friend went on my myspace account and added him. We starting talking and now we’ve been going out for a year. We’re very very happy :)
We met in high school (I was 16, he was 18). I was drunk off my a$$ and went up to him and introduced myself. He thought I was a total freak.
3 years later I went to Mickey D’s. The lady at the counter asked what I wanted and I said an egg McMuffin but you don’t serve that this time of day. He was in the grill heard what I said and made me one. He asked me out but I had to turn him down because I had a boyfriend.
The next year I was working at Mickey D’s. I was getting ready to move out of where I was living and we were discussing if we knew anyone with a truck. At that moment my future husband pulled up in a truck he had just bought that day. September 20, 1990 — we’ve been together ever since.
My boyfriend and I met at Chick-fil-A. I was seventeen at the time and he was twenty one. To make things more interesting he was one of my managers. One day before I went into work he added me on Myspace, I didn’t have a clue who he was until I checked who his friends were. We didn’t talk for a couple days and then on Monday he was washing his hands and said “I have oil on my hands”, I just looked at him and then asked why and he responded “I like to oil up my body, you should try it some time”. I had to admit it made me laugh. So later that day I commented on how I noticed he had great music taste. So we talked about music some as we were closing down the store, then he said he liked Konstantine [My favorite song, Andrew McMahon completes my soul with it]. A few days past and we had taken to talking on AIM and Brand New was on Conan on a Friday night. While we were watching that he said he would buy me tickets to go see Brand New and we could just hang out. Then as the conversation went on he started telling me I was really beautiful and then he asked me if I wanted to spend time with him, if I didn’t think he was too old for me. I obliged and we went on our first date the next night. It was a great night. And two days later he asked me out to make it official so we were exclusive.
I have been with him for 2 years and about a month. It has never been an entirely easy relationship, but even when things seem to get us caught up it brings us closer. I may be young but I never want to give him up. Because after all we have been through in this past year like him losing his job, its made me realize we can make it through anything,no matter the problem. I feel really blessed and lucky to have him in my life
Ok this is like the first time I’ve really told anyone about my relationship (we’ve been together for like 3 or so years) its just a kind of complicated thing.
So here it is…
We met on some online thing… buuuuuut we probably would’ve met at this one restaurant in town cause he always went there and one of my very good friends happened waitress there, oh and another one of my friends was a cook there so basically I was there a lot. Anyways… we started chatting in November of 2005 and on December 5, I lost my mom in a car accident and I needed someone to talk to (I was lost and needed someone to talk to and he was there for me even though we kind of just met).
Now I wasn’t looking for a relationship because 6 months before we started to talk, my ex who I was “getting back together with” had passed away from meningitis and I was still really depressed from that and then my my dying, I was just lost and he was like the only one who listened to me. Later on in December he came over to my house we watched “The Adventures of Pete & Pete” together… that’s when I fell in love (I mean anyone who brings that over for a “first date” is awesome!)
But to be exact our real first date (or our anniversary that we decided on) wasn’t until New Year’s, we watched movies and when it came to midnight, no kiss, so I had to kiss him about 2:30 am and I said, “Hey its midnight somewhere!” and we’ve been together ever since.
He’s been like my superhero, because he was there for me in the beginning when all these horrible things happened and I didn’t scare him away. He’s my rock and has been there for me when I just break down (especially this past year, I lost a friend) and he’s there to hold me and tell me its going to be ok.
And no I’m probably not going to get married (or engaged) this year or next… or probably not in the next 5 years… but we love each other and appreciate every moment we have together.
I hope you find someone too, because love is worth the effort.
I wouldn’t recommend it necessarily, but i met my boyfriend when I started a job at a legal office. it was great for about a year but did get to the point where it felt like tooo much togetherness (we literally shared a 9×11 office). it was cool to get to know two sides of him though-professional at work and goof ball at home!
I met my girlfriend at a Christian ministry, and then we went to seminary together. Which would’ve been pretty normal, except that I too am a chick. So for three years we were “best friends”, denying the urge to rip each other’s clothes off, until one fateful night it could be suppressed no longer and if you can imagine what three years of pent-up wanting to rip each other’s clothes off leads to…
I never would’ve guessed my other half would be a girl (she’s the first and only girl I’ve ever been with), but five minutes into meeting her I thought she was the coolest and hottest human being on the planet. I’m 23 years old and have known this incredible person for 5 years and counting. I’m in love with my best friend and it is AWESOME.
In the beginning we tried SO hard to shove our feelings aside and pretend to be straight, split ways, or just be “normal friends”, but if something is meant to be there’s no way it can be stopped – not even by the parties involved.
I’m sure it will just happen for you! This person is out there, probably in the most unexpected place, but when it comes it’ll knock you on your ass. In a good way! Good luck and Happy Valentine’s Day!!
Holy smoke there’s some stories on here.
My partner and I met through friends… blah blah blah. Not interesting.
What is interesting is that at the time we met- we were both long term single and NOT looking for a relationship.
So many people fall into the trap of marrying the person they happen to be with, at the time in their life they feel they should marry. It’s easy for me to say- because I’m not single. But until you can HAPPILY be your own best friend, you’re not going to be able to be healthy in a relationship. You shouldn’t be looking for something in someone else, you won’t find it. I’ve seen your photo Beet- you’re hawt! You’ve got nothing to worry about. If you’re looking for love. LOVE YOURSELF!!
Men are pains anyway and leave pubes on the soap and their nail clippings on the coffee table. Keep em out of your house as long as you possibly can.
Amen Erin! They really are a pain in the butt.
I’ve only been with my boyfriend for a little while, but still –
I was enrolling at University, waiting in line for my student ID card photo to be taken with some male friends. As there were four of us and five spare seats, Jarith was added to our group, and started talking to a friend of mine. We went our separate ways after the photos were taken, but I bumped into him by chance again at the duckpond, by a giant Jenga set. We started talking about games we loved as a child, he asked me my name, and then told me he was picking up his new puppy tomorrow, and her name was also Kirra.
After buying him an iced tea and helping him figure out what textbooks he needed, he asked for my number. That night, he called me and asked if I would like to go with him to pick up the puppy, and help him rename her.
‘Because I can’t have two girls named Kirra, can I?’
The puppy’s name is Myffie. She gets in bed with us and wags her tail when we kiss.
My fiance and I were fresh out of long term relationships and looking to have fun. We met at a club when his friend tried to kiss me! I dodged the kiss and then saw my man. I found myself in his arms and he found his hand on my butt! The thing was I was the DD and totally sober and he was totally fucked up (thank goodness he’s done with that shit!). I thought he was an incoherent disaster but gave him my number anyways because I thought he was the best looking man I’d ever seen. Leaving the club that night I said to my friend, “Something strange just happened.” I couldn’t figure out what it was, but I knew my life was forever changed. I’ll never forget that overwhelming feeling I had that I couldn’t define. It wasn’t love, it wasn’t happiness, it wasn’t sadness – it was something I never felt before. Here we are many years later, and he’s my best friend and soon to be husband.
Ahhh, I like that story. So real, but also kind of like Serendipity. You actually FELT it. That’s wonderful!
I met my boyfriend the end of my freshman year at college at an Asian new year festival. I was really involved with performing arts stuff and this was the day all the groups were performing after a week of rehearsals.
I was, as usual, doing my homework last minute and he came up to me and tried to make conversation. I blew him off, stating that this spanish verbs weren’t going to conjugate themselves. After the show though we started talking and I found out that he was a grad student at the university, had went to Princeton for undergrad and was insanely witty.
Now, I am Black, and had never dated a white guy before, let alone a Jewish, white guy. It just never came up. But I really, really liked him. I had been seeing someone for the past few weeks already knew it was heading nowhere.
So the next day, I called him up and told him that what he had wasn’t going to work anymore and that I would rather be honest with him than do something that would make me feel like a horrible person. To say he took it hard would be an understatement. He acted as though I was breaking off our engagement even though we had only been seeing each other for a month.
I’m a bitch, I know, but it was the best thing I ever did because almost 3 years later, we are still together. I guess I can just say I adore him. I adore how excited he gets when he gets a new idea. I love the fact that he doesn’t run away screaming, but instead laughs and shakes his head at my more ludicrous ideas. I love the random texts he sends me saying he loves me. I love how I can call him at 3 o’clock in the morning and know he’ll answer and not be angry.
He is absolutely horrible at multi-tasking but amazing with helping me find my way when I get lost in driving. With everything that has happened in the past year and a half (I had to move back home and we have been long distance for the past 1 1/2 years) he’s had many chances to say it was too hard or that he wanted to move on. But he never has. I’ve never heard him say “I can’t do this right now” or “Just get over it.” He’s always there and always supportive.
I fly out to see him about 6 days out of the month and the rest of the time we are on Skype everyday.
Just be optimistic, I guess. You WILL find love, I promise you that. There is no way you cannot. You’re too funny, too sassy and much to pretty to be alone. :-)
I met my husband at school. I say “met”, I stalked him. He was in the last year and I was in the first. I knew his timetable and which way he walked home… I followed him on school camp to Scotland where we took a day trip to Gretna Green. “Let’s have a fake wedding ceremony to show how it goes down!” the teacher says. “Who would make a good bride and groom?” “Holly and Lee!” shout a giggling gaggle of 6th formers as Lee turns a fetching shade of crimson and I stand wide eyed and speechless. Long story short, we get a photo and a certificate, he moves away to University and I lie in bed and cry for three weeks. Cut to 8 years later, and an email pings up from Friends Reunited. “Remember me?”. And then 4 years later we got married……… Sigh.
Wow! Talk about meant to be. That’s another inspiring story. (sigh…)
Aw, thanks… It just goes to show if you set your heart on something…. ;-)
As someone who reads historical romance novels as a guilty pleasure, this story knocks my socks off.
Do you go to church? If you want to meet the kind of person that goes to church, then you need to go to church.
If you want to meet the kind of person that loves animals, volunteer at a shelter. Even if you don’t meet other people that volunteer there, you might meet some of the people who donate.
My dad always told me, if thats the kind of person you want to be with, then thats the kind of person you need to be. I wanted to be with someone who would run and workout with me, so I ran track and cross country.
My husband met me on Myspace. After a 3 year long relationship had ended I made 3 more very bad relationship decisions resulting in getting pregnant at 17 years old. I finished high school early and spent most of my free time online after I had my daughter. Four months later I got a simple “Hello” message from some Army guy at the base in a town about 40 miles from where I lived. He had a really plain profile but he seemed really nice so I replied back even though I always thought I was too good for ‘military guys’. He said his computer was really slow so he asked for my number (which I wasn’t sure about, you never know on the internet!!). The first phone call lasted about 2 hours or more. For about 6 months we spoke daily on the phone (sometimes two or three times for many hours), I had three more boyfriends in that time so we mostly spoke as friends without admitting that we liked each other. Due to our work scheduling we had met once back when we first started talking, but after my 19th birthday I finally was given a night off that he had off also so he said he had to take me out. I was nervous as he is 10 years older than I am but I knew I just had to go. We’ve been together two years and two months since that night and married with another daughter! I love him more than I ever thought I could love anyone and I could never be with anyone else. Beet I would definately have to say that sometimes giving someone a chance that you originally never would have isn’t always a bad thing.
I met my boyfriend on the first day of pre-season training for the college marching band we were both in. I was a freshman and he was a drum major (that’s the guy who conducts, for those of you who don’t know), so I thought he was out of my league. I hardly knew him, but it didn’t take long before I established a pretty strong crush on him. One day, I asked him to go to one of the homecoming events with me. We went, and we had a great time- we always had something to talk about. He was four years older than me, so I was surprised to find out how much we had in common! After that, we went to a friend’s birthday party at her lake house, then we went to a park to watch the meteor shower that was going on that night. We talked for hours, and he kissed me under the stars. Around 4 AM, we went back to his apartment and watched “The Lion King” and stayed up until 8:30 in the morning, when he brought me back to my place like a perfect gentleman. The whole night was so unexpected and so innocent- I really took a chance on him, and I was so lucky that he turned out to be such a nice guy. We’ve been together for two and a half years now and it’s amazing. :)
I met mine when I started reading celebrity gossip I don’t care about just because I appreciated the author’s biting wit & the more I got to know her as as a person the more I got to know & like her. Tale as old as time?
My boyfriend was actually my best friends’ very first boyfriend,when she and I were 14.They dated for 2 years before she dumped him for her current boyfriend (they’ve now been together for 10 years).
After not seeing him again for about 6 years,he moved back to our town,and strangely enough started flirting with me.He is friends with my sister,and she told me to go for it,but I refused,since he was my bestie’s ex,and the last guy I would have ever gone for.
One drunken night,we hooked up,and continued hooking up (semi-secretly) for a year,and finally we just had to admit to each other that this was much more than just ‘friends with benefits’,and we’ve been a couple ever since.
He,my best friend,her boyfriend and I are now the best of friends,after we all straightened out our issues with each other.Strange how life works out sometimes.
I had the hugest crush on this guy who played football for my university. football players were, of course, gods, and I was on the track team but no where near star status. I felt so creepy because we had a class together and I’d always stare, and I’d turn all red whenever I saw him in the athletics center.
A close friend was dating his roommate so I told her to hook me up, but it didn’t really happen. 6 months later, she was having a party and were, for the first time, were both there. We were literally shoved together by two of our friends and introduced. We hung out the whole night and started dating about a month later.
I eventually told him all the creepy things I did before he knew me, like the one time he sat by me in class (I texted my friend about it then kept looking at his crossword puzzle answers) and he said he thought it was cute, and definitely noticed I’d blush every time I saw him.
and we’ve been together for about a year, even though I’ve switched schools and we’re 3 hours and a time zone away
moral of the story: some guys like creepy girls
Heheh, this made me giggle.
I were introduced by a mutual friend. Unfortunately, the introduction took place at this horrible dive bar that used to be a country dancing bar in the mid-90′s because the mutual friend had won a free half-barrel, so she lured us with the promise of free beer. I had consumed 3 martinis by the time we got to the bar and spent most of the evening extolling the virtues of Miller High Life, the champagne of bottled beers. And he asked for my number anyway. Go figure.
mine started out as a short term fling. we’d been friends for years and he had a girlfriend the whole time who hated me. once they broke up, he called me (less than two weeks later!) to ask me out. he said he had wanted to be friends the whole time but felt he couldn’t because of his girlfriend.
then he was going to move to china for a year with his band, and so we decided that spending time with each other and fooling around was all we should do. then the move didn’t happen and we found ourselves in a situation where we could finally say all the things we’d secretly been wanting to say to each other. three years later we’re engaged and getting married next year! he is my heart and I love him so.
there is no such thing as love love is words i am from uk and i beleive you cant get the 1 u love its bull shit love doesnt exit for me for people it might do people just say there is such thing as love love is time pass and full of —-