My dad was my mom's oldest brother's best friend. That's as far as I'm going with that particular pairing. I'm glad they met, otherwise I wouldn't be here today, but it was a very short, unhappy and violent (on his end) union.

My mom met my step-dad when she was an admin assistant for a drug and alcohol rehab center. He was doing his thesis on the progression of alcoholism. She thought he was cute and finally asked him out for ice cream. They had a good time, second date, etc. She brought him home to meet the kids and I thought he was pretty cool. We went for a vacation together, he got cold feet and went back to Europe and wrote her a "dear Jane" letter. She booked a flight to Germany, sent him a telegram with flight info on it and told him to be there. He was. They worked things out and were married for 20 years. He is and will always be my dad, even though they're not together anymore.