met her at college...our first semester of our freshman year at college, we had 3 classes together...we were both dating other people, but we became great friends....my girlfriend at the time and i broke up about a year later...about a year and a half later, she and her boyfriend broke up....about 8 months later, we started dating....amazing to date your best friend...awkward at first...but amazing...and to be married to her is even better!
I met my wife at Party on the Plaza! No, I didn't "pick her up" she showed up with another girl who I had knew and she introduced us.
Mrs JB and I met at UH at the Daily Cougar. We were both journalism majors and I was down there talking to an advisor. She was already writing for the Cougar and I noticed she was reading Gone With the Wind which was a required book for a class, as it turned out, we both had. That's how we met.
I met my fiancee at a fraternity mixer at my house. I caught her eye across the room, walked up to her, and just started chatting her up. The rest is history. Good conversation starter for us: we both have the same exact birthday. Freaky, eh? At least I'll never forget it... (Who says you can't meet anyone decent in the Greek system?)
Awwwww, kinda like Clark Kent and Lois Lane! I met my girlfriend through another girl friend of mine. Sorry, I'd have to kill everyone on the BBS if I devulged the events that led us to being together.
Long story short- I liked this girl for the longest time. She had a friend, and I bugged this friend constantly. I always bugged her to hook me up with her friend. Wanna take a guess who I hooked up with instead? Been going out for 5.5 years and are planning on getting married next year. The answer is the "friend" for you dorky slow people.
I got to know my wife, the dread Dimsie on the BBS, from the internet. We talked a little on an Elvis Costello (the other EC) mailing list in 1997. She lived in New Zealand and I lived here in Houston. I was going to study in China over the summer sent her a postcard and didn't really hear from her again until she moved to the states to go to LSU for her pHD in 1998. After a little phone magic and an autumn of going to Baton Rouge on my days off I convinced her to give herself to the dark (well, the very pale version) side and be my betrothed. I wouldn't call it exactly ironic, but right now it seems funny to be moving to New Zealand next month to join her admist all of this Chinese intrique with Yao Ming. It seemed kind of funny to me all these years ago that I sent this stranger a postcard in New Zealand from China. Who would have thought that I would have married her?!
When I was an Intern for radio I was at Night Moves off of 1960 My friend liked her and he got what he thought was her number and later found out it was a wrong number. My friend was angry so he had me ask her why she did that and her friend come up to me and said because she wanted you.... Been together for 6 years now.
I was like , "Yo, what up?!?!" and she was like , "Nothin', what up with you!??!?" and I was like, "sh*t, nothin." and she was like ."cool" and I was like ,"Can I have yo numba" and she was like, "" and then I stopped talking ghetto and we have been going out for quite awhile.
I met my wife at an Afterwork Social at one of the downtown hotels. It was meant to be. I had spent the day trudging around the Forest Oaks Country Club watching the Greater Greensboro Open's PGA event. I had plans to go to the mixer which was just down the street a few blocks from my office. But I was tired. I went anyway. Didn't mix well. Left. Went downstairs to read a paper and leave. Went back up to mix. Did not go into solution. Left again. Changed my mind. Went back upstairs. Mingled. I was headed for the door again when Carol approaches me. She was nice so we stood in the doorway and talked for about half an hour. I was readying to excuse myself for good when up sweeps my Giraffe Woman who had agreed to meet her friend Carol at this thing. We all talk. Carol excuses herself to go the the RR; I ask Julie for her card and then we all 3 go out for a quick bite to eat. I call Julie the next day and ask to see her again and inquire as to whether or not this will cause a strain on her friendship with Carol. It's okay; they are more like old neighbors than friends. Turns out that Julie had almost blown the whole gig off too. She had had a final exam earlier that evening and had headed her car for home but a little voice in her head told her to "get thee to the mixer because there was someone there she needs to meet." So she did and we met.... by a thin margin. Now we have two beautiful daughters.
I got my wife via mail order. That is a big business, you know. She wanted to come to the US - be a citizen, and I just wanted a love slave. She didn't speak any English, but we could communicate through our love that blossomed after I signed the credit card bill. Now all she does is complain, never pick up her feet while wearing slippers, and bangs pots around in the kitchen. I am trying to exchange her.
