I asked people to tell me their love stories for “How I Met My Valentine” and I received several wonderful responses. When I was a kid I always wanted to hear stories about how people met and fell in love. There was, so often, an element of chance encounters and “magic” timing involved. It’s a topic that continues to fascinate and thrill me. I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I do!
Happy Valentine’s Day!
How I met my husband…
I was studying C++ in graduate school and it was the Saturday before Mother’s Day and I really wanted to get home to be celebrate with my mom. I was stuck in the lab trying to get my program to compile and run, but was having no luck and was completely at a loss as to how to debug it. I said a prayer, “God, I need help. I don’t care how you send help, but please do it quickly. I don’t have a lot of time to finish this.” Two hours later one of my classmates walked into the lab and sat down at the computer next to me. He peeked at my screen and said, “Do you need help with that?” We’ve been together ever since.
My relationship started with my soon to be wifey in a rather non-traditional way. We didn’t meet through friends… or work… or anything…. In fact, had I not put it out to the universe like I had, I surely would NEVER have met her. I was yearning for a woman’s touch (and to be QUITE frank, I was pretty done with men for the time being). A friend and lover. So… my search began. I have used social media as a way to meet people for quite some time now. You laugh, but… soooo many people do it… but, they are in the closet about it. So, I put up an ad in the personal W4W on craigslist… and let the universe do its thing. I mean, you can’t expect to find ANYONE if you don’t actually DO something about it! So… up the ad went. I forgot what I said, but it was along the lines of “I want a gf, but I want friends first”. I was pretty direct about what I was looking for. And I even posted a picture (a REAL picture! And not of my girly parts!).
So… I start “interviewing” girls…talking to some… hanging out with some. Nothing too interesting, really. Until- I get the email from HER. And… well…something happened. We chatted back and forth for a while… then we met… I can remember the very first time I met her. Not EVERY detail, but… enough to remember how I saw something awesome in her. We met at a local grocery store and she drove us to Old Mystic Village…I was nervous…but the herbal medicine calmed (probably BOTH of us) down. I remember accidentally slamming her car door shut (it was WAAAAY lighter than mine)… and her commenting on a really cute snowman angel ornament (that I later went back to find, but it was gone! ). We laughed, we smiled….and it was awesome. That was in November 2008- and in January 2009…she asked me to be her girlfriend. Of course, I said yes! 5 years later, we are still as happy as ever!
I want to tell you a specific story. But I can’t. Because our love story is one for the ages…and certainly a gamer changer, plot twist in my solo story. So I’m keeping some things to myself for now.
I met Brian a little over 3 years ago. I didn’t think much of it…he was just another cute guy that I met at the bar. Who never called.
But with a little persistence and after a few silly e-mails, we went on our first date. And I never went home. Or he became my home. One of those.
Our first date was on a Tuesday, we were non-Facebook official by Friday, and on Sunday we went to the grocery store together to binge on fancy cheese. A few months later, he declared that home is where my cheese is. And my cheese was there.
Being with Brian has felt, since day one, more natural to me than walking…(I know. I fall down a lot. Maybe walking wasn’t the best example…or it was. One of those.) I can’t imagine a world without him.
I’ll try to break this down in the best and most efficient way. Lilly asked for only 200-250 words, so I better get cracking.
In July of 1990, I had recently broken up with a guy I’d been dating for several months. It was dead-end. Four days before I met my husband, a friend at work invited me to a party. I didn’t want to go. I was pissed about the break-up. The day of the party, I went on a bike ride with a bunch of high school friends. I flipped over my handlebars and messed up my chin, shoulder and knee. When I called my friend to tell her I wasn’t going to the party anymore, she threatened to drive herself home drunk if I didn’t go with her so I decided I would go and not drink and be horrid to people because I was going under duress. My would-be husband was three sheets into the wind, which was unusual for him, when I arrived. He apparently liked what he saw: bandaged and bruised me, because he kept bringing me red solo cups filled with keg beer which I neatly lined up beside me on the deck railing as I stared and seethed at my friend, who unbeknownst to me was exchanging my phone number for Dan’s phone number with Dan’s brother-in-law. Dan was a true gentleman, despite his invitation for me to use one of his t-shirts to swim in and his insistence I drink one of the eventual five solo cups filled with beer. There was a moment when we needed to go inside and he escorted me through the doorway, his right hand glancing my right forearm and his left gently cupping my left elbow so it wouldn’t get banged on the jamb because he was unsteady (and I was just sober and tired). I noticed that immediately, his gentle and unassuming leadership. I was in, but I didn’t know for what, because…
For three weeks, he didn’t call! But when he did… well, we were fast friends and we talked all the time and here we are. Still talking all the time with three boys, almost 20 years of marriage and 24 knowing each other. He is one of the calmest, kindest, most well-tempered and steady people I have ever known. He has now been in my life longer than out of it. Popular psychiatry suggests that we marry what we’re familiar with. I couldn’t disagree more. I feel at times that he’s a figment of my imagination, for he’s NOTHING like anyone in my family.
For me, “love” didn’t knock me out of the ballpark and on my butt. It walked up to me, shook my hand and waited for me to have a beer when I was ready.
Met mine online, after a few swaps of emails and calls, then rode up to her house on a motorcycle , after a few dates, I came down in my pickup truck, I was in a car crash, and I had no one to call but her since I was in her town for a visit, she left work to be at my side through the ER, and letting me crash on her couch to recover, I Never left, we lived together at first and when it wasn’t about her caring for me and I could give back and care for her, we got married in Vegas and honeymooned in Disney.
– Rob Lane
I met my husband Tom almost 22 years ago, sitting in a stuffy Driver’s Ed classroom in high school. He was quiet and kept to himself. He sat next to me, but we never talked to one another until the year was almost over. The guy sitting in front of me was bothering me one day and wouldn’t stop, so I started talking to Tom instead in the hope that the other guy would get the message.
I had been dating a few other guys off and on in the months leading up to that day. My father was not a fan of the one that I saw the most of, and took every opportunity to remind me of it. One day when he was at work, he walked into a dental office Tom was sitting in, then came home and told me all about the nice boy he’d seen that day, then went on and on about how he wished that I could just find a nice boy like that one instead.
You can imagine the surprise on his face when Tom rang the doorbell later that night. Years later as we were preparing for the wedding, my Dad told me that he could never say anything bad about Tom because he’d wished him on me.
It has been a wild ride, these years we have been together, but I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else. Happy Valentine’s Day, honey. I love you.
When I was in college, I took an audio production class. This was probably not the wisest move on my part, as I’ve always been technologically challenged. After my first disastrous evening attempting to do my homework and not being able to find the ON button (I’m not proud of this detail, but it’s true) my professor recommended I talk to Jim, one of the student lab monitors. He said, “Jim’s nice, he’ll help you.” I asked Jim for help the next evening while working with a group. The minute he left the audio bay, I turned to my roommate and said, “Is it just me, or is that one attractive lab monitor?” I took to hanging around the production area a lot more than was necessary just to catch a glimpse of “Cute Lab Monitor Jim.” To call a spade a spade, I pretty much stalked him until he asked me out. Actually, I asked HIM out first, but he had to shoot a wedding video on the evening I proposed. Our first date was on his 21st birthday. It was awkward and wonderful, the way all first dates ought to be. Oh and that professor who inadvertently set us up? He came to our wedding 6 years later.
Mom was working out at the flea market and I went to help her one Saturday and Tom was set up next to her. Tom asked me to watch his stuff for him while he went to the restroom. He handed me about a thousand dollars and said he would be back in a minute. Mom told me to watch him that he was testing me. Well he came back to his spot about a hour later and we have been together ever since. Tom told me back then that he tried to get me to talk to him a year before that and I wouldn’t even talk to him.
– Michelle Thomas
Do you have a “How I Met My Valentine” story to share? Write it in the comments! I would love to read it!
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