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11 Jul 05 - 05:37 PM (#1520284) Subject: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Jerry Rasmussen This thread is inspired by comments from sixtieschick in the Personal Adds thread. If you asked fifty people, you'd probably get fifty different answers. That's why it's so difficult to set about finding a loving mate. You just never know where you're going to find them. For me, I had decided that I would never find a woman I'd want to marry, even though I wasn't cynical or bitter about a nightmarish first marriage. I figured I'd just move to Rockford, Illinois when I retired, buy a little house and sit out on the front porch at night playing my banjo. Didn't sound half bad, actually. A Hell of a lot better than my first marriage. Through a series of completely unlikely occurances in my life, I found myself moving from a Scandinavian heritage Lutheran Church to a black Baptist church across the street. I didn't know more than a half a dozen people there, and those only very casually. After I'd started going there for a couple of months, I started going to bible study on Wednesday nights. I had to leave immediately after the class because it was practice night for my group, so there was no time to socialize with anyone. There was a very aggressive woman in the class who told everyone else that they couldn't sit next to me because "he's mine!" I had never gone out with her, and had no intention of it, but she was a very outspoken woman, and the other women didn't want to tangle with her, so there was always a seat open next to me. Most Wednesday nights, there was this beautiful woman who always arrived late. She worked in a store and even though she tried to get to class on time, she was usually held up and arrived after the class had started. And of course, all the seats were taken. Except one. Not realizing that I was already "claimed," she always sat next to me. I introduced myself to her and managed to get in a word or two, but because she came after class started and I had to leave the minute it finished, there was no real way to get to know her. But, after awhile I discovered that she was deeply committed to visiting people in hospitals, nursing homes, and who were confined to their own homes. That's something I'd done much of my life and when she mentioned it, I told her I'd love to go with her some time. So, the first time we went out, we went to a hospital to visit two people neither of us had ever met, and then went to the home of a woman who was in her upper 90's and bed-ridden. After that, I took her out to supper, and hopped aboard the Loveland Express. Talk about a pickup line... "Hey baby, you want to go visit an old sick woman in a hospital with me?" Somehow, I have a feeling that wouldn't work on everyone. But, because it was a sincere question with only a little tinge of ulterior motive, it opened a door that will never be closed. Along the line, I'll tell how my parents met... ended up writing a song about it because I thought it was so humorous.. Jerry |
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11 Jul 05 - 05:41 PM (#1520290) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: GUEST,Skipy Cambridge folk festival 1984 Skipy |
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11 Jul 05 - 05:45 PM (#1520297) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Ebbie I know two couples who married after, in each case, the man had literally picked up the hitchhiking woman. I especially like the story of the one couple. They were so smitten with each other they could scarcely talk! |
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11 Jul 05 - 05:47 PM (#1520302) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Bill D I'd have to let her answer that...I don't think a man could do justice to all the complexities, and I'd get something wrong... suffice it to say that a lady I'd been seeing introduced us and dropped 'suggestions'....and since we knew many of the same folkie venues, it just sorta worked out. 25 years worth of 'worked out' |
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11 Jul 05 - 05:47 PM (#1520303) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: wysiwyg Well, I met my wife at a party, then she had the sex change and I met HIM in recovery. :~) "You can hardly see the join."* *Ten points to the first to name the source of that line. ~S~ |
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11 Jul 05 - 05:49 PM (#1520305) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: CarolC Right here in the Mudcat. |
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11 Jul 05 - 05:54 PM (#1520311) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: CarolC ( ...not the source of WYSIWYG's line, but where I met my husband) |
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11 Jul 05 - 06:22 PM (#1520333) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Little Hawk I didn't. ;-) I have met many friends and partners along the way. |
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11 Jul 05 - 06:32 PM (#1520339) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: artbrooks Folk dancing, at college ("university", for the UKers). We started off in opposite directions, mass met miss, I knocked her on her lovely butt, and it's now 35 1/2 years. |
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11 Jul 05 - 06:33 PM (#1520341) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: sixtieschick I was so busy thinking through the question and composing an answer on the other thread that I didn't see that Jerry had created a new one. So sorry, y'all, that the first paragraph is a repeat that probably doesn't deserve an encore edition. I met and married my first husband in first grade. The solemn ceremony took place on the sidewalk under a flowering cherry tree. I wore my best white dotted swiss dress and patent leather mary janes. A doll presided, and our combined collection of teddy bears acted as witnesses. Eighteen years later I was working as a cook in a hotel in Switzerland. I was in the main elevator in my chef's whites, hairnet, sensible shoes and huge apron smeared with tomato sauce when the other occupant started talking to me. We chatted casually for about 10 minutes. The next day he showed up during my break, ushered me out to the veranda with a sweeping view of the Alps and proposed, bended knee, ring and all. I told him he was out of his mind and never to speak to me again. Six months after that... Neither marriage lasted, but I am still friends with my first grade hubby. M. |
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11 Jul 05 - 06:55 PM (#1520362) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Rapparee On leave, before going to Korea. We barely talked; she thought I was being weird and she was right. When I got back I was invited to a party to celebrate the moving of her apartment -- I left with her roommate. Later I switched (on a ferry boat across the Mississippi) and I've been with her ever since. (The roommate married a nice guy and is still married to him, 32 years this fall -- just like me.) |
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11 Jul 05 - 07:11 PM (#1520379) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Don(Wyziwyg)T Queens ice skating rink, in London, Nov 1959. I was this eighteen year old smartass, all mouth and hormones, but a reasonably good skater, and when she made a crash landing right at my feet, I took the p*ss out of her quite unmercifully. She just laughed and rejoined her friends. Then I lost adhesion on a turn and ended upside down against the wall. There she was, of course, and for five minutes I had to take it on the chin. After a long engagement we married, and the rest as they say is history. Forty years of history, and she still gives as good as she gets, if not better. Don T. |
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11 Jul 05 - 07:30 PM (#1520389) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Charmion At church, where I sang in the choir. A retired armoured corps captain (the People's Warden) seized me by the elbow and towed me over to meet the new guy in the congregation, saying, "You two should meet. He's an legal officer [to me] and she used to be a meathead" [to him]. (For those not in the know, a meathead is a member of the Military Police, in which corps I lasted just long enough for the Canadian Forces to find out about my lousy eyesight and make me a medic. They'll make you one, too, if you give them the wool. Ta dum *ting*.) Of course, he was promptly posted to Germany and I married Mr. Wrong! Fortunately, neither situation lasted for ever. |
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11 Jul 05 - 07:41 PM (#1520394) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: kendall Right here on the Mudcat. |
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11 Jul 05 - 07:42 PM (#1520396) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Chris Green At a mediaeval banquet. We were both working - she was Maid Marian, I was a minstrel. Somehow the class divide was breached! |
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11 Jul 05 - 07:44 PM (#1520397) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: LilyFestre My husband and I met at a college picnic. It's amazing that we ever met because neither of us like those kinds of gatherings. It was the first day of my senior year and the first day of my husband's freshman year. My friend begged and pleaded, "Please Chell...c'mon, it'll be fun. I want to see if so and so is there and if blah blah blah is still with you know who...yadda, yadda, yadda. We'll only stay for an hour, I PROMISE." Okay...Okay...I'll go. There is NO way on God's green earth that my husband would have attended this event if his roommate (who he had just met an hour before) hadn't told him it would be the best food he'd get all year (didn't take the roommate long to peg him..LOL). So, to make a long story short, my friend and I walked up to the quad and I saw the back of him standing by the grill. He turned around, our eyes met and that was it. My friend, true to her word, was ready to go in an hour...I was not. I hadn't spoken a word to him, didn't even know his name. I asked around and finally found out who his roommate was. As it turns out, they were having a party later. I promptly invited myself. *G* My friend and I went home and later arrived at the party. He and I sat side by side, holding hands and soon decided to go somewhere a little more quiet where we could talk and that's just what we did. What happened next was really kind of funny. We were talking and he said that he was interested in environmental issues, especially things to do with fresh water. I knew of a lake not far away...kind of off the beaten path, so we hopped in the car and off we went. As it turns out, it was pitch black out...no stars...no moon and we couldn't see the water until I drove right up to it...LOL. We were engaged a little over 2 months later and married 10 months and 10 days later....that was 13 years ago. :) Michelle |
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11 Jul 05 - 09:19 PM (#1520438) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: frogprince A classmate and I in Chicago (1960-1963) became life-long friends. He married one of our distaff classmates in '64. I spent some years here, some years there, and we got together at least every few years. In the summer of '82 I dropped in on them for a couple of days of my vacation. I was then living in Chicago again, They had been settled in Michigan for years. As it happened, he knew he was "booked up" for the last evening I would be there; so he decided it was his responsibility to see that I wasn't left to sit and read that night. Enter, a young lady of their acquantance from church. She hesitantly agreed to at least feed me dinner. I hesitantly went along to be introduced; old classmate has been a darn good friend, but I was frankly wary of what his idea of a blind date for me might be. Dinner, a movie, miniature golf; a hesitant try for a little parting kiss which far exceeded expectation; some phone calls, some trips between Chicago and Michigan; engagement on Memorial Day Weekend, marriage in December. A house full of collectable frogs, 22 1/2 years, no regrets. Dean the frogprince. |
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11 Jul 05 - 10:28 PM (#1520463) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: GUEST,leeneia I was 29 years old. I didn't want to have anything more to do with men or with dating. A guy came up to me and asked, "Have you seen Jeremiah Johnson?" I didn't know that Jeremiah Johnson was a movie, so I answered "No. I know a Jim Johnson. Is that who you mean?" When I realized my mistake, I was too discombobulated to get out of a date. That was 30 years ago. We still haven't seen Jeremiah Johnson. |
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11 Jul 05 - 10:44 PM (#1520468) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Bobert Ahhhhh, there was a cool coffee shop in Leesburg where they had an old' time roaster and the atmospere and coffee were at the highest of levels... Deon, the owner and a good friend, hired high school seniors and I'd get to know them and wish them well as they went off to college... But one day I walked in and there was a not-a-high-school-senior lady who taught some kinda wierd music to kids that she called "Orff" music... Well, my late wife, Judy, had jus' died from breast cancer and I wasn't really lookin' but over the next couple o' months this woman and I talked music, education, politics and finally, when we got around to Faith and discovered that we were both heavily in into Christain beliefs, the deal was sealed... I thank the Big Guy every day fir the P-Vine... Sniff... Bobert |
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12 Jul 05 - 12:04 AM (#1520497) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: mack/misophist The local cop told her I wasn't as bad as I looked. |
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12 Jul 05 - 09:35 AM (#1520511) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: John P When Anna moved to Seattle, I was the first person she met. I was working in a little shop in the Pike Place Market and she wandered in on her first day in town and saw some pictures of medieval scenes on the wall. She was looking for someone to play medieval music with and asked me if I knew about anything like that. I was, at the time, directing a medieval and Renaissance consort. She joined, and later she and I quit to form the duet act we were for many years. The first social event she and I were both at was my marriage to my ex-wife. There's a great picture of my ex and myself in our wedding finery with Anna (who is quite tall) looming up behind Karen (who is quite short). Very wierd. John Peekstok |
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12 Jul 05 - 09:52 AM (#1520522) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Flash Company On a 'bus going to Shrewsbury Flower Show. That was 1974, married in May 1976, still can't believe my luck! FC |
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12 Jul 05 - 09:52 AM (#1520524) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Vixen Well, some of you have heard the song we wrote about it... Twas a Friday in September, the night we first met; You were singin' 'bout rain in a little cafe. I was lonely, cold and wet. Cho: Everybody's got something to talk about Everybody's got their own thing to do I'm just standing in the middle of my life Thinkin' 'bout me and you. Well, I grabbed my guitar when it came my turn, But I didn't know what to say, So I sang about the bridges I'd burned How I learned along the way. And when I looked up, I nearly died I got such a big surprise You were singin' my words along with me And laughin' into my eyes No you never know what's up ahead Can't see what's around the bend And you never know when a stranger's face will turn into a friend. The 8th Anniversary gig is Friday, 2 September, Vanilla Bean Cafe, Pomfret, CT! (though we just got married 367 days ago!) V |
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12 Jul 05 - 12:17 PM (#1520554) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Jerry Rasmussen Congratulations, Vixen. Pomfret, eh? I've driven through Pomfret.... It's even smaller than Derby, from what I remember.. Jerry |
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12 Jul 05 - 12:21 PM (#1520558) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Donuel I met her at the print shop next door to my office. She had a part time job there. When it came time for college I pursued her to Northwestern. When it came time to propose I thought it best to let enough coincidences be my guide. That weekend played pinball and tied at 6,979,442. We ended up at Girodano's pizza where my parents met. Then when she asked if I wanted to go for a horse and carriage ride around the city I said "maybe if someone gives us a coupon". We rounded the corner and someone gave us a coupon. Strike three, I was hooked. |
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12 Jul 05 - 12:24 PM (#1520560) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Allan C. I may have told this tale elsewhere, but enjoy the opportunity to tell it again. I met Carmen during the first day of my senior year of high school. When I arrived at the Biology I classroom, the only vacant seat was next to her. I remember that I could hardly believe that I would have the good fortune to be sitting next to such a beautiful girl. Carmen turned out to be friendly as well as very intelligent. I got to know her better as we shared microscopes and dissections as lab partners. I�m not sure at what point I began to visit Carmen at her home. I can only remember visiting just a few times, surely less than a dozen. I recall that we talked a lot about things to do with playing guitar, but I�m sure we talked about many other things as well. I feel sure that I would have dated Carmen if this had been possible. However, her parents were firmly against Carmen�s dating anyone. I suppose it was largely because of this that things between us remained on a platonic level. After one or two visits Carmen announced that she was going to tape record some of my songs. From that point on, every visit was marked by a brief recording session. Carmen would set up her father�s reel-to-reel recorder and would tape a single song each time. After the first or second taping, Carmen announced that she had gotten a brand new tape that she would reserve just for me. I remember feeling extremely flattered that she would want to do this. Shortly after I graduated, the war in Vietnam heated up. The Draft was dogging me. Carmen was aware that I had attempted to join the Peace Corps to avoid the Draft, hoping that by doing so I might avoid having to kill anyone. It was at about this time that I lost track of Carmen. Things started moving very quickly. The Secretary of State suddenly demanded 64,00 more troops. To me, this was a clear sign that I had best do something drastic right away. Therefore, I joined the Air Force and within short order was on my way to boot camp in Texas. Close to forty years later I happened to be visiting my good friend, Barbara, a former high school classmate. So now there I was, sitting in Barbara�s kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee and wondering out loud what had happened to Carmen after I joined the Air Force. Barbara smiled at me and said, �Well, let�s just find out! I have a directory from the school. I�ll bet she is listed.� To my amazement, Barbara produced a volume in which were contained the names, addresses, phone numbers and even email addresses of hundreds of alumni of our school. Carmen�s listing was among them. I wrote a short email to Carmen, doubting that the address would still be viable and doubting even more that I would receive an answer. To my surprise, Carmen responded almost immediately! This was followed by a rapid exchange of emails and then a few days later I was actually speaking with her by phone. It was an amazing experience to talk with her after nearly forty years. We attempted to fill in some of the many blanks as to what had happened to each of us during that long gap. Carmen seemed delighted that I was still very much involved in folk music. She also enjoyed learning of my recent travels. It was during this portion of the conversation that I realized that the Getaway would be taking place only a few miles from where Carmen now lived. To my amazement, Carmen offered to come to the Getaway in order for us to see one another face to face. Thrilled, I made arrangements for her ticket and lodging. The morning finally came when Carmen arrived at the Getaway. I was seated on a bench near the parking lot where I excitedly waited. Carmen looked at me quizzically for a moment. I shouted, �Yes! Yes! I�m Allan!� Seconds later I held Carmen in my arms. I can�t describe how that felt without using the word, �magic�. Even though I had never kissed Carmen so long ago, I wanted to kiss her now - and, strangely, thought I saw the same idea within her eyes. (I later learned that I had intuited correctly.) However, we each turned our heads aside at the last moment and simply held one another tightly for what felt like at least a full minute. Forty years! God it was good to see Carmen again! The details of the months that followed are for telling in a different venue. Suffice it to say that one week before Christmas Carmen accepted a beautiful silver and gold bracelet, (made by Mudcat's Don Meixner,) as a token of my love for her and my wish to marry her. We were married the following February. |
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12 Jul 05 - 12:29 PM (#1520566) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Vixen The Vanilla Bean is a very nifty place--it's where Routes 44, 169, and 97 meet, so it's VERY easy to find, since Pomfret, albeit small, is mostly empty woods and pastures and fields, so there are few landmarks. Check it out at www.vanillabeancafe.com. V |
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12 Jul 05 - 01:08 PM (#1520598) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Mooh Pinery Provincial Park (Ontario Canada). We met, fell in love, got married two years later (it'll be 21 years on the 14th) have two kids, two cars, two pets, two careers, but one marriage. She was 17 and I was 24 when we met. The age difference (and my religion, occupation and beard) really bothered her mother who hasn't seen us since before the wedding and doesn't know about her grandchildren. My family totally accepts each other's choices so there's never been any problems on my side. I'd do it all again in a heartbeat. Peace, Mooh. |
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12 Jul 05 - 01:20 PM (#1520609) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Amos Alan C: GREAT story!! congratulations to you both. A |
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12 Jul 05 - 04:44 PM (#1520780) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Mrs.Duck I met Geoff in the Tap and Spile in Whitby at the end of folk week. One year later he proposed in the same pub, one year after that we got married in Whitby and had the reception in the Tap and Spile, the following year we bought the twins just 2 weeks old and had a naming party in the same pub. hey were actually three weeks prem otherwise we could have been giving birth in the pub! |
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12 Jul 05 - 05:54 PM (#1520858) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: GUEST Flatmate of a girl on the same university course as my flatmate. Present partner had become a regular dance partner as we generally turned up at the same events alone and just got better from there. |
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12 Jul 05 - 05:56 PM (#1520864) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Jerry Rasmussen Some great stories here... keep 'em coming.. Jerry |
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12 Jul 05 - 06:16 PM (#1520882) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Liz the Squeak Outside the Elizabeth Garrett Anderson School for Girls in Islington, London.. Micca introduced us... it's all his fault. LTS |
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13 Jul 05 - 10:38 AM (#1521108) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: ranger1 The Jay-boy and I aren't married, but are almost seven years into a domestic partnership. I met him on a Friday night at a bar while listening to the house Irish band. He was reading a book, I was curious what he could be reading that was so fascinating that he could concentrate on it despite the din and crush of people around him. So I asked (it was a Patrick O'Brien novel, if anyone was wondering). Several months later, he casually asked me what I was doing the next day. I told him: "nothing much, probably just laundry. Why?" He said: "wanttodosomethingtomorrowsomethingwithmenotreallyadate?" (yes, no spaces or punctuation anywhere in the sentence!) And he was looking out the window intently at the dark when he said it. I liked this guy okay, and saying no would have been like kicking a puppy. So I said "sure, why not." He was in a state of shock for a few seconds because he didn't think I'd say yes. We then decided on a trip to a maritime museum up the coast aways. I was late (as usual), and he was sure I'd finked out at the last minute. We had a great time and made a second date to go for a walk. I showed up minus my dog, and he made me go back for Clancy. Then we realize that we have the same three favorite poets. Our fledgeling romance survived several months of a long-distance relationship, and four months of living with his mother. We signed up with the city's domestic partnership registry when it started, and are as happy now as when we first started seeing each other. |
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13 Jul 05 - 11:31 AM (#1521122) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: coldjam We were both working for a "beautiful music" radio station at the time. He on the AM side, I on the FM side.(Yeah, I'm sure there's a song in it somewhere, but it hasn't been written yet...unless Donnie and Marie did it)There was a double pane of glass separating the two control rooms. He actually proposed to me, while we were both standing up gazing at each other through the glass, by mouthing the words, "Will you marry me?" I smiled coyly and mouthed back, "Yes." We'll be having our 25th anniversary this November. It only took about 20 years before I could actually sing in front of him, but now we do it(tsk,tsk stay with the thought 'catters)together professionally. |
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13 Jul 05 - 06:10 PM (#1521316) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Jerry Rasmussen More great stories! After I first went visiting the sick with my now-wife, Ruth, I knew something miraculous had happened. The day after we went out, I got a call from my Mother that my Father had died and Ruth was standing next to me. My Mother said, "I hate to give you this news when you're all alone," and I answered, "I'm not alone any more, Mom." And I knew it. The following day, I was on my way home to the funeral and during the time I was there, I guess that all I talked about was Ruth. On the way back to the airport, my sister asked me, "How long have you known Ruth, she's all you talk about?" "Two days," I answered. I knew then that I wanted to marry her. When I prayed about it, I was told in no uncertain terms that I was not to propose until we'd been going together for three months. I marked the date down on my calendar, and despite my desires, resolved to wait. But, after a couple of weeks, I told Ruth that I was going to propose to her, but I was told a specific date to do it, and then we had two and a half months of her trying to guess when it would be. As it turned out, three months to the day fell on a Friday of a long weekend... couldn't have been better timing. If I'd chosen it. Jerry |
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13 Jul 05 - 06:19 PM (#1521325) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: gnu Ain't love grand? I've more than one tear in me eye reading these. Great thread, Jerry. |
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13 Jul 05 - 07:48 PM (#1521417) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Richard Bridge Hmm. There are some variants on this, but although Jacqui used to say she first noticed me when some drunken friends and I were singing harmonies from the back row and barracking at the old Wouldham club, as far as I know it was at Dartford when the same friends and I were being drunk in the bar and Pete Lewis went into the club and came out to say "Hey, there's a bird who's just your type, dead skinny, with long blonde hair, singing in there". I looked and disagreed. She was in a duo with Dave Wiltshire, then. Then Martin Harris gave me and Pete some official Radio Medway tickets for Cambridge - might have been about 74 or 75. Pete pulled so he got the tent. I slept in the car and so was up early. Jacqui was there with a different boyfriend (Keith - a really good amateur photographer) - but she had the kids too so I knew she would be up early, so I went to scrounge breakfast. Then I played her guitar and broke the G string (how apt). I had spent all my money in the beer tent so I had to scam a set out of the people in the Melody Maker tent (not too hard as I was wearing a Melody Maker tee-shirt). So I got her 'phone number. I was an articled clerk at the time (what is now called a "trainee solicitor") and my firm had a box at the Albert Hall. The partners liked very pompous stuff, but when it was bands like Tangerine Dream or the Chieftains, I could have a whole box of tickets free! I called a few times to offer the tickets, but there was always a medical reason or an ill kid or whatever, so I thought "You don't need to draw me a diagram", and stopped calling. A week or two later she called me! I think we went to do the "Messiah from Scratch" - both having scores from different bits of history. One thing led to another. Then I went to Chester to finish my solicitor's exams and we split. After I qualified Jacqui had some problems (like nearly dying ones) with another boyfriend - Ken - and called me for some legal input - and one thing led to another again - and then she went to Brighton in a different job and we split again. Then she left the job in Brighton, and also left her then boyfriend (if my memories serve me a different Keith) - and we sort of decided to buy a house together as a financial investment - and one thing led to another... That must have been about '80. We stayed together until she died in 2003. |
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13 Jul 05 - 09:06 PM (#1521469) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Tinker Honest, I met my husband of nearly 20 years while we were in college and we both took a summer job selling dictionaries and Bible books door to door. I was dating a guy from Yale who had this life-changing job in the summer and decided I wanted to give it a try. Met a bunch of amazing people in Nashville and headed to Texas where I found myself spending a lot of time with the Mather 311 group (+) from Harvard. My dear one was always close by and a great friend. Even as I dated a few of his roomates and cried on his shoulder. A few years later, when we were the only ones still in Massachusetts (living on opposite ends of the Mass Pike) I invited him down for a weekend ramble. We spent several years alternating weekends between Boston and the Berkshires before we decided to give living together a try. It didn't take us long to decide the obvious differences were much smaller than the eye might be led to believe. Nigh on twenty years and four kids later the road still seems to stretch out ahead of us.... Tinker |
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14 Jul 05 - 09:19 AM (#1521782) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: GUEST,Mr (born again bachelor) Red Never again - I hope. |
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14 Jul 05 - 09:31 AM (#1521796) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: gnu I get your drift Mr Red. Perhaps you could start another thread... say, "How Did You Meet The Bitch/Bastard?" |
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14 Jul 05 - 12:51 PM (#1521912) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Little Hawk Question: Why do people assume that there has to be a wife or husband in someone's adult life? Same reason they assume there has to be coffee, TV, cars, and/or underwear... Social conditioning. ;-) |
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14 Jul 05 - 08:37 PM (#1521953) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: GUEST What I like about the stories on this thread is all the different ways that folks find each other who end up having significant places in each other's lives--whether or not it means happily ever after, and whether or not it means a formal marriage between one man and one woman. There's a broad range of happiness and unhappiness, and varying degrees of permanence and impermanence in the relationships described here. I always find it fascinating how very fragile and ephemeral the moments seem that bring people into my life who end up being very special to me. A few minutes one way or the other, a slight change of plans, and I might never have met them. But, I did. M. |
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14 Jul 05 - 08:39 PM (#1521954) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: GUEST,sixtieschick Dang--spaced out again. The above GUEST was me. |
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14 Jul 05 - 09:19 PM (#1521977) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: WFDU - Ron Olesko I don't think anyone here is assuming that there has to be a wife or husband. I think you may be trying to read something between the lines that isn't there Little Hawk. |
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14 Jul 05 - 09:37 PM (#1521988) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Jerry Rasmussen You're right, Ron: If anything, I would assume that people who aren't married or living in a commited relationship would realize that the question isn't directed to them. There's no value judgment implied, or certainly, meant in the question. I'm pleased to see people telling their stories who are not married, but have a committed relationship. I don't know if there'd be any interest in it, but I'll start a thread on "How did you parents meet?" Now, Little Hawk, you can participate in that one... we all had parents.. May not be able to say that so confidently in the future.. Jerry |
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14 Jul 05 - 09:44 PM (#1521992) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: number 6 "I always find it fascinating how very fragile and ephemeral the moments seem that bring people into my life who end up being very special to me. A few minutes one way or the other, a slight change of plans, and I might never have met them. But, I did." That line alone prompted me to reply to this thread. Well put SixtiesChick. My wife and I met 36 years ago on the Weston Road Trolley Bus in Toronto. We married 2 years later. We both have have shared our lifes since. And what a life it has been. No regrets whatsoever. sIx |
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14 Jul 05 - 10:22 PM (#1522028) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: harpgirl Well, my last husband is one of these four men. That was eleven years ago. Another one of these four men was my boyfriend in 7th grade. Guess right and you can be my next husband! Fun!!! one husband, one seventh grade boyfriend |
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14 Jul 05 - 10:27 PM (#1522031) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: sixtieschick Mazel Tov, #6. May you have at least 36 more years together! M. |
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15 Jul 05 - 11:39 AM (#1522225) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: WFDU - Ron Olesko I met my wife at my radio station. She was a senior in high school and came to the station as an intern. I can still remember watching her walk up the steps that first day. I was dating someone else at the time, but within a few months that relationship ended and I started seeing Susan. 8 years later we were married and we will celebrate our 20th anniversary this December. |
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15 Jul 05 - 12:01 PM (#1522250) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: jaze Harpgirl, I don't know you, but I'll guress the guy on the right. |
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15 Jul 05 - 12:08 PM (#1522255) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: George Papavgeris After weks and weeks of our eyes meeting across a busy folk club, and having already crossed each other at the entrance (when she said "hello"), I was still too shy. Eventually her gang of friends happened to include someone I knew and I used the pretext to approach and finally (after nearly driving her mad with frustration at my dithering) asked her out. Or, to put it more poetically: If you only could have seen her through my eyes As she entered through the door The room turned to paradise For perfection always comes as a surprise If you only could have seen her through my eyes. If you only could have seen what I could see You'd have climbed every mountain, You'd have sailed every sea You would know that there could be no compromise If you only could have seen her through my eyes. And as the time now passes It gets stronger every year And through thick and dusty glasses I still see it bright and clear How she touched my heart with just a single smile And all my life till then became worthwhile. If you only could have heard her with my ears You'd have sworn that they were playing The music of the spheres Like Ulysses' sirens heard across the years If you only could have heard her with my ears. If you only could have heard her velvet voice You'd have heard the angels singing Every other just a noise Like a mother's lullaby dissolving fears If you only could have heard her with my ears. And as the time now passes It gets stronger every year And through thick and dusty glasses I still see it bright and clear How she changed my life with just a sweet Hello And there's nowhere, if she asked, I wouldn't go. If you only could have felt her with my heart You would know your life has ended And new life about to start And that nothing ever could keep you apart If you only could have felt her with my heart. And as the time now passes It gets stronger every year And through thick and dusty glasses I still see it bright and clear How her presence on that day cut like a knife And for one more day with her I'd give my life. |
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15 Jul 05 - 12:52 PM (#1522298) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: *daylia* *WARNING* - the following true story may offend some people's spiritual, semi-spiritual or even non-spiritual sensibilities. If you're the type that feels threatened in any way by other people's experiences when they differ from your own - just SKIP THIS POST please! Because I'm not going to argue with anyone and I have nothing to 'prove'. I'm telling this story only cuz 1. You asked! 2. It's my story, and I'm sticking to it! Ready? Here we go then .... I saw my (ex) husband in a vivid dream several months before we met physically. In the dream, I was at the kitchen window watching my dad out in the front yard. He was shaking hands with a nice-looking young blond man, a stranger. Like they were making some sort of 'deal'. And as they shook hands, suddenly the whole yard was full of beautiful, vibrant red and gold flowers, swaying in the breeze. IT just took my breath away! Tulips, they were .... and there were no tulips in the gardens at the time. In fact, I'd never planted a tulip in my life ... Well, when I actually met him later that year, something felt SO familiar. Like deja vu. But it wasn't till a couple months later, as he was telling me stories about his Dutch family and background that I remembered that vivid dream about my dad, the young man, "the deal" and the tulips. Hmmmm .... it's a couple decades and a divorce later now. And I've since found out (from the usual unreliable sources) that we'd known each other in a couple past incarnations. We'd only been acquaintances before, though. In hindsight, we'd probably been MUCH better off leaving it at that! ;-) |
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18 Jul 05 - 05:54 PM (#1523621) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: coldjam Let that be lesson to you Daylia; you gotta "tiptoe" through the tulips... |
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18 Jul 05 - 07:28 PM (#1523716) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: MaineDog I met my wife contra dancing at the New England Folk Festival (that's a clue--) MD |
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18 Jul 05 - 07:53 PM (#1523732) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: jaze I met my wife in a nursing home. Really! We were both 18 and working in the kitchen of a church run nursing home in NJ.One of my favorite jobs ever. That was in 1972. |
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18 Jul 05 - 10:45 PM (#1523838) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: tarheel short and sweet here!...peg and i met through a pen pal column in the early issues of Country Song Roundup magazine,which also printed the words to the latest country songs,and stories of the artist,radio dj's etc... anyway,we wrote to one another for about 3 months(february 1959 til june 1959) and we also were corresponding to other pen pals at the same time...somehow or another,we kept our letters going about every week! i was working at a local factory in winston-salem,n.c., at the time, so when my vaction time came around i hopped a greyhound bus to richmond ,missouri(i didn't even have a car yet)and i spent two weeks with her and her family on the farm there! at the end of the first week,we got married at her mom and dad's farm homeplace(july 23rd,1959,with their blessings too,of course!)anyway,at the end of the second week i rode the greyhound bus back to winston-salem! the very next weekend,i returned to missouri,with the help of my brother-in law,who volunteered to take me there to pick up my new bride and bring her back home with me to north carolina! i refer to peg,as my mail order bride,and that was 46 years ago this month july 23rd!( and now you know....the rest of the story!!!) tar... |
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19 Jul 05 - 11:37 AM (#1524019) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: GUEST,noddy I first met my wife in a bar. I have not met my husband yet! |
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20 Jul 05 - 11:09 AM (#1524264) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: GUEST,Elfcall It may sound like a sleazy sixties comedy but I actually married my French teacher from school - technically she was my sixth form tutor but she taught modern languages. Perfectly true Elf |
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20 Jul 05 - 12:10 PM (#1524359) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: GUEST,Blind DRunk in Blind River Wow, man. I had a French teacher that I seriously would of liked to get totgether with after school fer some exrtracorricular activiites..know what I mean? Miss Robitaille. Holy flip. I never forgot her, eh? She was a fox and a half. You can take that to the flippin' bank, man. Anyways, I met my wife-to-be (Officer Dana of the O.P.P.) not too long after me and my brother Don got flippin' arrested for bustin' into the Beer Store in Sudbury. Akshally, it was 3 Beer Stores, a hardware store, and a tattoo parlor, and a stolen school bus, eh? But it was all in a good cawse. Me and Don are public bennyfacters. I figger that is why we got outta jail early. But bakc to the wife-to-be, Officer Dana. She just gets better lookin' every day. She is an athlete, man. Fits the uniform like a flippin' glove. Or the other way around, I mean. She don't know we are gonna be married yet, but we will be. I am puttin' my life in order here, writin' articlkes for the paper and tryin' not to get drunk befoer nooon. Usually. I have fans. That is kind ofa problem becoz some of them are girls, and I get tempted. Severely tempted. Officer Dana don't seem to mind that too much so I guess she is real secure in her own self and don't worry or get jealous. I sure hope so. I figger we will have the biggest flippin' wedding in the history of Blind River. And it will be atteneed by 2 gropus of people: 1. Cops. Lots of them. 2. the people the cops are usually after...my friends! It's gonna be a flippin' HOOT, man! I can see it in my mind's eyes. Me in a flippin' tuxedo and her in a white dress...with black lace underwear. Oh yeah! My whole life is reaqching a transbendental crashendo here and it's all because I knocked over a flippin' Beer Store. Destiny is weird, eh? God must love me. - BDiBR |
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20 Jul 05 - 12:28 PM (#1524373) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: GUEST,someone I met my partner of 15 years at an art exhibition. Over fifty artists exhibited - I saw his paintings, that was it. |
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20 Jul 05 - 04:53 PM (#1524523) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Roger in Baltimore I met Marge (wife number two) at an outdoors open mike. As I came off the stage and headed for my seat, she stopped me, said she liked a particular song, and asked if I had a CD. I told her no, but I would tape the song for her if she sent me a cassette. I gave her my card and we talked awhile. She asked me, "Do you know 'I Want to be Seduced?" I said I was familiar with the song by Leon Redbone, but I had never tried to play it. We parted and on the way home, I kicked myself (difficult to do while driving) for not getting her name, phone number or address. However, two days later, a blank cassette arrived in the mail with a return address. I called her up and asked to meet her at a local festival. She agreed. Two days later she called to say she had a part-time job that was calling her into work and she couldn't meet me. We chatted. I told her I was going to see some friends give a performance at a park that night. She asked, "Is that an invitation?" I told her it could be and we went off to the park. We went out together many times, but she was not very warm. She resisted all of my attempts to get romantic. We were just being good friends. Finally, one evening she said that she enjoyed her time with me, but there was no 'spark'. I called my best friend that night and told him I had enough friends who were females, I was looking for a lover. We had another date scheduled. When I met her that evening, we went to another outdoor concert (it was summertime). As we sat and listened, her hand slowly reached over and firmly attached itself to mine. Some where some how, the lady changed her mind. There have been lots of sparks since then; we have been together 12 years and married for the last 5. I'm looking forward to the next 12 years. Roger in Baltimore |
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21 Jul 05 - 10:56 AM (#1525098) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: fiddler Which one! Partner 1 - I met in bed - my bed - why was she there - I don't know - I was very drunk and went to sleep this took up about 5 years of my life!!!! Wife 1 - At Uni, friend of a friend - I did a knight in shining armour thing that lasted another 8 - 10 years Wife 2 - A Friends Party - Pure lust and love 2 Kids and 10 -11 years - the time scale keeps increasing so far! Partner 2 - Festival 10 years B4 we got toghether - Pure love and Admiration - 6 or 7 years All are sad losses in many different ways but an average of 7.5 - 8 years each lets see how it works with my life span I shouls have at leeast two or 3 more efforts - one long one would be nice though!!! Those that know me know the truth in all this but, despite some of the ire and angst, I've enjoyed all of it and have much respect for all those who cna make it work on a longer term basis! |
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21 Jul 05 - 09:37 PM (#1525276) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Bert Well, I was sitting in this English pub in Colorado Springs. I was shooting the shit with this guy who was a gunner on a B29 in WWII. I told him I was hiding under the desk in shcool while he was doing that. Along comes this girl and sits down beside me and says "You're a Mother #^%$ing liar!" I turned and looked into her eyes and that was that. |
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22 Jul 05 - 04:51 PM (#1525660) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Little Hawk I like that story, Bert. It has the ring of authenticity. In my case, I met my wife-to-be while filming an art nouveau/western in Durango, Mexico last year. I had been hired to play the part of a career bandido who has experienced a spiritual epiphany and has decided to spend the rest of his life emulating Johhny Depp characters. I was attempting to mount a rather uncooperative little mustang for the bank robbery scene, which involved about 75 Mexican extras, including a woman with the most striking dark eyes and a blood-red bandana. Her name was Elena, but most people on the set called her "rojo" for some reason. (It means "red".) She was not a redhead, but she did wear the red bandana much of the time, and seemed to be the fiery sort. With a struggle and a flourish of my poncho I finally managed to mount the horse, but my troubles were not over, because the little bastard decided to bolt at that moment, leaping over a fence and scattering the loungers and street kids who were watching. Several people cheered enthusiastically as I frantically attempted to stay in the saddle. The mariachis played furiously on their guitars, humming like a hive of angry bees! In the next few seconds I and the horse covered a surprising amount of ground, managing to upset 3 cameras, a taco seller's wagon, and about 50 paintings of Elvis and the Virgin of Guadeloupe that someone was selling to tourists. Then I became airborne. Time seemed to stand still. I considered the possibility that I might in fact NEVER get to date Winona Ryder and that George Bush might possibly change the Constitution and get appointed President-for-life...I counted 758 spines on a large cactus that was passing by on my left...I remembered that in 1966 I had hidden a gold locket behind some books on a shelf in the house that my parents sold in 1969...which house has since been turned into a shrine, due to the fact that an image of the Virgin Mary appeared on a pancake there. Then everything went black. Presently I heard what seemed to be some sort of heavenly music. I slowly opened my eyes and looked up into Elena's face. She gazed at me with a steady and solemn look and spoke, in dulcet tones. Her voice was deep and very calm. "You came to Mexico for a reason," she said. "You came for me." We plan to marry in September. I am going to place roses on the grave of Emiliano Zapata. A man must never be afraid to face his true destiny. |
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22 Jul 05 - 06:50 PM (#1525774) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: jaze LOL |
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22 Jul 05 - 07:13 PM (#1525792) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: number 6 LH ...... I saw that movie ... I think I did ... I know I did. sIx |
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22 Jul 05 - 08:39 PM (#1525859) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Gorgeous Gary Well, nobody who knows me will be particularly surprised that I met Sheryl at a science-fiction convention. It was just over 10 years ago at a con called Disclave which was held in DC over Memorial Day weekend. A mutual friend had invited her to come up and crash on the floor of the hotel room he and I happened to be sharing (with several other folks...). A few months after the con we struck up an e-mail correspondence, and Sheryl kept coming up from NC (she was working at Duke at the time) and staying in the room with the group of friends I usually split rooms with. Finally she moved up to this area in 1997 for better job and social opportunities. We ended up doing a lot of stuff together--concerts, con trips, movies, etc. Then near the end of 1999, after we'd both been in relationships with other folks, she finally asked **me** if we could be more than friends, and I admitted I'd been interested in that too (but too afraid to ask). 2-1/2 years later, I invited her to move in with me. A little more than a year after that, I popped the question at the top of the world's largest free-standing structure (that'd be the CN Tower for the non-architects and engineers out there...*grin*). And 51 weeks ago Sunday, we got married! 8-) -- Gary |
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22 Jul 05 - 08:43 PM (#1525862) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Little Hawk Well, may you have much happiness, Gary! I am also hoping for a lifetime of sheer bliss with Elena, who has turned out to be an extremely versatile woman. |
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22 Jul 05 - 08:45 PM (#1525864) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: harpgirl George, you are seriously weird! |
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22 Jul 05 - 08:48 PM (#1525868) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Little Hawk LOL! I am when I'm on Mudcat. This place is to some extent my comic relief from the rest of my life. But it all depends on the subject being discussed. |
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22 Jul 05 - 10:52 PM (#1525935) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Metchosin I met my husband for the first time at a mutual friend's wedding. He stood in, at the last minute, for the the best man and I was the bridesmaid. A few weeks later, I was sitting on the floor in the hallway, outside my apartment, with a paint brush in my hand, taking a break from my labours. He came by to visit a friend in the adjoining apartment and out of the blue, bent over and kissed me on the forehead. That did it for me. |
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23 Jul 05 - 01:27 PM (#1526319) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Linda Goodman Zebooker FSGW International folk dancing. |
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23 Jul 05 - 06:32 PM (#1526547) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Little Hawk Very nice little story, Metchosin. It warmed my heart to hear that. |
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23 Jul 05 - 07:45 PM (#1526617) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: jaze Harpgirl, was I right? |
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23 Jul 05 - 08:38 PM (#1526661) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: GUEST,Elena Calderon I met Leetle Hawk while filming "Los Bandidos Mariachissimos" in Durango, Mexico last year. I was chosen to play the part of a mysterious woman who joins a gang of bandido mariachi players who ally themeselves weeth the revolutionary armies of Emiliano Zapata (my hero). While on the set, I noticed a Canadiense actor weeth a very striking appearance. He was thin like a rail, weeth long bushy hair, and he could do amazing Bob Dylan imitations weeth the guitarra and harmonica. He also bore a strange resemblance to Johhny Depp een some way, but I cannot say how. It had something to do with his part in the film, which was of a famous bandido who has experienced a spiritual illumination. It was very artistic and romantic. I was immediately drawn to him, but I had no intention to show it. I played it "cool", as you say. I watched heem from the shadows, biding my time. A scene came which required him to ride a horse. This particular horse is not a nice horse. I know him. He is an hijo de puta who likes throwing his riders into the cactus plants. Well, the horse did what he does when he knows he is dealing with someone who doesn't know him very well yet. He went loco and took off with Leetle Hawk hanging on for dear life. My pulse quickened to see how his poncho flared out in the wind and how manfully he hung on to the crazy bastard horse. The mariachis all played like mad as the horse hurtled about the set, destroying many things and raising hell, as you say. Many valueless paintings of Elvis Presley were destroyed. Also some of the Virgin of Guadeloupe. For that, I intend to see that the horse is himself destroyed. I and my compadres will eat the son of a whore for insulting the Holy Virgin of Mexico. His time has come at last. I swear it. Leetle Hawk hung on most bravely, but finally he was thrown most terribly from the stupid caballo. He did not land in a cactus...gracias a Dios! (thanks God!) But he did land on his cabeza. His head, that is. I feared for the worst. "Stand aside," I said to the foolish extras who were milling around, probably hoping to make off with his wallet. I parted them as Moses parts the Red Sea, and knelt over him. He was still breathing. I started to sing softly, a song of liberation for the oppressed from the hell of poverty and tyrrany. He opened his eyes and looked into mine. I felt a timeless wave roll over me. I felt the hands of destiny upon my heart. "You came to Mexico for a reason," I said. "You came for me." He has never doubted it since. We will marry in September and place roses on the grave of Emiliano Zapata. A woman must never shrink from her true destiny. Together we will destroy the corporate international bastards who oppress the pobres of the land. Or we will die trying. Zapata would do no less. Some call me "Rojo", but I am Elena. With a struggle and a flourish of my poncho I finally managed to mount the horse, but my troubles were not over, because the little bastard decided to bolt at that moment, leaping over a fence and scattering the loungers and street kids who were watching. Several people cheered enthusiastically as I frantically attempted to stay in the saddle. The mariachis played furiously on their guitars, humming like a hive of angry bees! In the next few seconds I and the horse covered a surprising amount of ground, managing to upset 3 cameras, a taco seller's wagon, and about 50 paintings of Elvis and the Virgin of Guadeloupe that someone was selling to tourists. Then I became airborne. Time seemed to stand still. I considered the possibility that I might in fact NEVER get to date Winona Ryder and that George Bush might possibly change the Constitution and get appointed President-for-life...I counted 758 spines on a large cactus that was passing by on my left...I remembered that in 1966 I had hidden a gold locket behind some books on a shelf in the house that my parents sold in 1969...which house has since been turned into a shrine, due to the fact that an image of the Virgin Mary appeared on a pancake there. Then everything went black. Presently I heard what seemed to be some sort of heavenly music. I slowly opened my eyes and looked up into Elena's face. She gazed at me with a steady and solemn look and spoke, in dulcet tones. Her voice was deep and very calm. "You came to Mexico for a reason," she said. "You came for me." We plan to marry in September. I am going to place roses on the grave of Emiliano Zapata. A man must never be afraid to face his true destiny. |
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23 Jul 05 - 09:37 PM (#1526690) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Little Hawk Thank you, Elena. Why did you add the part from my story at the end? Well, never mind. It doesn't matter. Let us go and drink a toast to the revolution. Viva Zapata! Muerte a los sucios puercos del Norte! |
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24 Jul 05 - 12:00 AM (#1526748) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: dianavan #1 - I met at a party. #2 - He tied up to the dock in my bay. When I went down to collect the Wharfage fee, he charmed me with his French accent. #3 - Dancing to celebrate my liberation from #2. |
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24 Jul 05 - 12:24 AM (#1526760) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Little Hawk French accents are deadly. Mmmm. So are Spanish accents. So, Dianavan, did George Bush senior remind you of your first husband? (or partner) |
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24 Jul 05 - 01:27 AM (#1526786) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: dianavan Correction: I met him at a party. Little Hawk - Not at all! He was a Vietnam vet and photographer with long hair and a beard. He also played guitar, grew up on an island and had great survival skills. The perfect person with whom to go "back to the land' and start a little family - I thought! |
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01 Sep 05 - 04:12 PM (#1554112) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: GUEST,John Rouse My future wife actually saw me before I saw her, as I was doing sound at the Doncaster Folk Festival in 1970. Shortly afterwards Geoff (now of Braken Rigg) went on a trip to France, and came back besotted with a girl, Val, that he had met on the trip. They sat in the pub billing and cooing over each other (do people still do that?) and I sat bored to tears, as its not much of a spectator sport. As they left, I said to Val "Haven't you got any friends you could bring along for me to talk to?". Meanwhile.... The following day Val is out shopping, and meets Sue, who she used to go to school with, but is now at Art College. "Come down to the pub tonight and meet this fella I met on my trip". So the next night I go down the pub, and there's Geoff and Val and this other girl, Sue. "Gosh", I think "she took me at my word and brought a friend". We got talking, found we had a lot in common, particularly a sense of humour and a love of folk music, and ten days later I was taking her to the Jug O'Punch in Birmingham, where she did a floor spot. Three years later we were married, and 35 years later she was dead. It was our 31st wedding anniversary yesterday. Here's a picture of Sue |
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01 Sep 05 - 04:42 PM (#1554123) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: John MacKenzie I hate remembering past mistakes! G.. |
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01 Sep 05 - 05:22 PM (#1554160) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Amos There was the gal I had seen a few times and chatted with in the cafeteria. She was smart, I knew that. I walked up to her boldly and I said to her, "Ya want to go diving for manatee with me next day off?". She has often said that when she looked at me and said "Yes", she was answering a whole lo tmore than the question asked. We went diving, and the second time out we found the manatee and conversed with them. We were married six weeks later. That was some 26 years ago. She still says "Yes." A |
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01 Sep 05 - 06:52 PM (#1554244) Subject: RE: BS: How Did You Meet Your Wife/Husband? From: Little Hawk Short and sweet, Amos. I like it. Things are going well with Elena. She has taken on a job as an actress in Toronto and is damn busy. We may delay the wedding till Spring. We'll see. The horse, by the way, was shot mysteriously by someone (I wonder who?) and later eaten. He is kaput. No one mourns his passing. |
