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*warning* if you are offended by discussions of casual sex and reckless promiscuity you should not read any further.<br><br><br><br>
Ok, so I can't sleep (again) and I feel compelled to talk about how I met my husband. It started out as a one-night stand.<br><br><br><br>
He came to my place of employment one night and chatted/felt me up. I was 19. He was 18 and still lived with his mom. I was lonely so i thought, "What the heck.." and I took him home with me after my shift was over. He wasn't too bad looking and more importantly I knew he was friends with the guy who had just dumped me after living with me for a month and drinking all my Clamato. I knew my ex would be jealous when he found out, (and I was so right!) so I did it.<br><br><br><br>
The next day my ex came up to me at school all, "I can't believe you slept with him! blah blah blah!" Turns out He'd been talking to the guy, let's call him Shawn, cause well.. that's his name.. he'd been talking to Shawn and Shawn kept going on and on about this great girl he'd just met, and it didn't take them long to figure out he was talking about me. I felt vindicated and life went on.<br><br><br><br>
About a week later I was chilling on campus reading the newspaper and Shawn saw me and bounded over. He was talking like we were old friends and I was just thinking to myself, "This guy has no idea how a one-night stand works," since he wasn't avoiding me and pretending I didn't exist.<br><br><br><br>
I'm a little fuzzy on the events that occured after, but pretty soon he was showing up after my classes with offerings of food and rented videotapes. How could I resist? We wound up in bed together a few more times and generally had fun. I found myself really falling for him, which I rarely allowed myself to do.<br><br><br><br>
Then one day he bought me some pizza and took me to a secluded table in the cafeteria and said he needed to talk to me. He started in about how he really liked me and thought I was a special girl, blah blah blah, and I was thinking, "Oh god, here it comes! How could I let myself become this vulnerable? Why? Why?" Then he took my hand and I heard him say, "I'd really like for you to be my girlfriend." <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/shocked.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=":eek:"><br><br><br><br>
The rest is history. We got married less than a year later and now we're coming up on our fourth anniversary.<br><br><img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/love.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=":love:"><br><br><br><br>
So, anyone else want to share their major love story?
 

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That's...um...sweet?<br><br><br><br>
Actually, it's really cool that you guys are still together. It sounds like you've got one of the good ones.<br><br><br><br>
My bf and I met at the Groundhog Prom which is an alternative costume ball for adults held the weekend closest to Groundhog's Day. He was dressed like Mojo Jojo (the evil gorilla from the Powerpuff Girls) and I was dressed like a Catholic school whore. Anyhow, I was very tipsy and he kept talking to me and I made him dance with me and we held hands. Before he left, he asked for my phone number so we tore a flyer off the wall and I tried to write my phone number, but neither of us had a pen, so at first we tried to use a wet cigarette butt (gross!), then my lip gloss, and then finally a benevolent stranger offered her lipliner. And then he left without trying to kiss me! I figured he'd never call, but the next day, he did. And now we're in love. (mushy, I know).
 

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My fiance was a rebound... the guy I was sure was the love of my life had dumped me (he had issues) and I was extremely distraught. I was in self-destruct mode. 4 days after he dumped me I went out and had a one nighter with a guy that turned out to be pretty scary. 3 days after that I met my fi. He and his ex had broken up about a month before but he was still living with her and her parents (weird), anyway I thought he was cute but was too involved in my misery. He was instantly drawn to me. We chatted over email for a few weeks until one night we met up in the city and spent some time in the gardens, feeding the possums and talking. Eventually I told him to kiss me. Things got pretty heated after that and we started a "casual" thing... no strings attached all that. Until we finally (I finally) realised it was serious, not casual... I was just hiding from it because of the previous breakup (and I still had feelings for my ex). We moved in together not long after that and 5 years later we're engaged...
 

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Oh ya, I'll bite on this one. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/smiley.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=":)"><br><br><br><br>
I met my fiancee' (who will be my husband a week from tomorrow!!!!!) a little less than a year after my ex-husband and I split up.<br><br><br><br>
To support myself better, I found a new job at the place I'm currently employed. Soon after, I found out that there were two brothers that worked there who went to the same high school as me. I didn't remember either of them because the oldest was a couple years younger than me, but I guess they knew who I was (my high school years were *very* wild. You must understand, though, I was the high school principals daughter! Thus, I guess I'm a bit of a legend from those days).<br><br><br><br>
Anyway, from what I found out later, the older of the brothers (my soon to be husband, Mike), would often watch me without me knowing. I guess he couldn't get enough of my butt or the way I walked. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/smiley.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=":)"> He started talking to me and eventually asked me out. Unfortunately, I was seeing someone that I was on the verge of breaking it off with, so I had to decline his offer. However, soon after I was a single woman again and I ended up asking him out. We went to the bars with some friends a few times. Then came the first date along with each other.<br><br><br><br>
The house we own and live in now is the duplex that I rented when we started dating. It's two blocks away from Lake Michigan, so on that first night alone we decided to take my Bruno for a walk on the beach. The sky was clear, the moon was out, and we talked and talked. Eventually, he slipped his hand into mine, then we go to the end of the beach. Before we turned around, he embraced me and gave me the best first kiss ever. Then he looked at me and said "you're so beautiful".<br><br><br><br>
Since that night, we haven't been apart a single day. It's been almost three years now and unlike my first marriage, I can feel that this one is going to last for our lives. We live together, work together and play together (both in and out of the bedroom <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/grin.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=":D"> ). He treats me like a queen. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/love.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=":love:">
 

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i love this!<br><br><br><br>
i met my husband at a bar in St. Catharines called Gord's Place(that has since closed down, much to much dismay). We had both been going every weekend for years and years and years but hadn't really spoken to each other, despite the fact that we hung out in same area of the bar and I had dated several of his friends.<br><br><br><br>
Anyway, I was just in a mix with several men: Shawn, my ex that I still "saw" on occassion and who stalked me regularly; Dave who is a blonde god and was teaching me Reiki - but a really shy guy and I was loosing patience waiting for things to get started; Trevor was my highschool love that I adored and spent hours parked outside his bedroom window. Trevor and I were always in love with each other, but never at the same time. We were finally doing all the things that lovers do only for once neither of us had ours hearts in it; Rick was Gord's manager. I thought we were going to burn that place down whenever we got together. It was so intense; Mike, (my husband) a tough-looking good-guy, stumbles right in the middle of all this and wins. One by one I let the others fall away until only he was standing.
 

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I met my husband on the internet. I joined up for a website that matches professionals together because I was tired of the bar scene. I got to specify exactly what I was looking for and it turned out that there were about 5 guys that matched my specifications and I matched theirs. I was emailing with a couple of them but I really hit it off with my husband. After about 2 weeks of constant emails we decided to meet in person. I was so nervous. Well the chemistry between us was so hot that night. Within 2 months I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.
 

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sweet! mini harlequin novels at the click of my mouse. i love it. keep em comin ladies (and gents) dont be shy.
 

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My story is similar to yours mosquito.<br><br><br><br>
I met my finace at a halloween party. It was a party of mostly us close friends, but somebody had invited Dave over. We were both drunk off our asses and I kicked his but at twister. To make a long story short, we ended up upstairs together makeing out and um yeah. I just want to note that this is the only guy I did this one night stand type thing with!<br><br><br><br>
Anyways, Dave ended up calling me two days later for a 'real' date. Now we've been living together for two years and we are getting married in Feb. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/smiley.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=":)"> We just happened to have alot of things in common. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/smiley.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=":)">
 

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hmm..appears as though mine is one of the few that does not involve alcohol, heh.<br><br><br><br>
anyway, it's a cool story even though we definitely are not engaged or married or anything !<br><br><br><br>
i posted it as a whole thread but i'll give the very shortened story:<br><br><br><br>
i went home for easter and was hanging out with a friend. she still works at the vet i used to work at and we stopped by to say hi to the strays there.<br><br><br><br>
and then i saw dude ..awww! we hit it off immediately (he was working there) and ended up talking forever and after his shift we all hung out at his place.<br><br><br><br>
i ended up staying until 6 am or so and around 2 i noticed a picture on his wall that looked nothing like him but i recognized the picture. (it was him in China in 1996).<br><br><br><br>
then awed and dumbfounded, realized we knew eachother from that trip. we both went to China 7 years ago. hot damn. wild. we're still kinda blown away by that whole thing.<br><br>
and the fact he works where i used to work and he was in my high school's plays and productions (i went to an all girls school).<br><br><br><br>
it's crazy i tell ya.<br><br><br><br>
so we really have only been together a month, but things are going very smoothly i must say. he's an awsome guy. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/smiley.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=":)">
 

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My bf and I would never have met if it weren't for my loud-mouth friend who introduces herself to everyone. We all used to hang out at a coffee shop in the neighborhood. It's right across the street from a laundromat and my bf would read a book at the cafe while he was waiting for his laundry.<br><br><br><br>
I had never even noticed him before-- he's very shy about meeting people, and I was caught up in my own friends. One day, I was with my loud-mouth friend and she yelled to him across the room to include him in the conversation. Then, she introduced us, and it got to be a weekly thing that we would all hang out while doing laundry.<br><br><br><br>
It was still a couple months before he got up the nerve to ask me out, though. I made him do all the work in that respect-- I was sort of dating someone else at the time (an ex that I really shouldn't have been hanging around with, but oh well), so I had no incentive to go out of my way to ask him out.<br><br><br><br>
After my second or third date with current bf, I broke things off with the ex. My bf knew I had been dating someone recently before we got together, but I never told him how recently! So, that's the only tawdry part of our love story-- the rest is pretty tame... but wonderful. I posted another thread recently about having doubts-- those are all gone for the moment.
 

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I met my hubby at a nightclub that we both frequented but on different nights. I was dating a few people but really was not that interested in any of them. So to make myself feel better about everything I made myself all pretty and went out. I found my friends and some other people who I did not know. I met Matt and thought he was a cutie. (There was a photographer taking picts outside the club and every one with me in them Matt was in the background) Anyway I found out they where having a party and I asked if I could go. My car was overheating so as we walked out I tried to get al little cup of water it. He looked at me like I was nutz, walked my to his car and handed me an empty antifreeze container. My hero! We got to his place and had to wait for the others to come over. We talked about everything. I ended up staying the night.<br><br>
One week of dating he broke up with me saying that he thought he was in love with his friend. I of course was very upset but I had this strange feeling that he would call me. He lasted a whole 2 days before he called me and he told me to come over. When I got there he apologized a million times and said he miss me so much, his friend was just a friend and all he could think about those 2 days was me. (His friends confirmed what he told me) We were both crying (I am getting teary now). We got married 8 months later. It will be 2 years the end of September.
 

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fun! my story:<br><br><br><br>
in high school and the beginning of college, i was friends with tons of nice guys and dated a bunch of meanies (always the case, eh?) when i was 19 and philip was 17, i joined a mailing list that was for quasi-genderqueer kids, mostly placebo fans and woeful glam-goths. (yes, sad, i know.) it was mostly this "why does everyone hate me, how can i get my parents to give me $100 to spend on urban decay makeup" bullsh*t. yeah. but i was on a lot of mailing lists, and there were about 3 people on there who were interesting, so i stayed. IRL, i continued to date people who were pretty but heartbreaking.<br><br><br><br>
about 10 months pass, and philip and i went through these weird parallels in our dating lives. he was pretty upset about his breakup, but i was crushed. i thought the boy who'd dumped me (and cheated on me, and taken a job as a stripper at the local gay club, and started some small-scale prostitution) was my dreamboy. (yes, laugh, i know.) so philip was this little boy off in cyberspace who cheered me up, one of the nice ones, just like all my platonic friends... but after about three months, i couldn't take it. i had just gotten a cell plan w/ free long distance and decided to call him - where was he - oh yes, 3,000 miles away! i lived in central florida and he was in southern california. i told my best friend "if i call this boy, i'm going to fall in love with him." there were a couple other guys that lived nearby i was entertaining the idea of casual dating/whatever with, but i held off. and i called philip. and we fell in love.<br><br><br><br>
we started talking all the time in july. mega-phone conversations were in august or so. he flew out to visit me in florida that december. i graduated from the comm. college that may, and moved to california. that august we got an apartment together... we just moved into our townhouse. this summer, it's a three-year anniversary!! <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/love.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=":love:"><br><br><br><br>
everyone who meets us can't imagine us apart - to a degree, we look like siblings (some of the students we work with thought we were twins - oops)... but it's so right. immutably so. yes, internet lovestory. (oh yeah, we are both dorks, so perhaps the stereotype holds true there.) but that's my story, d*mnit <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/wink3.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=";)">
 

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Trev and I met when we were 12 and 13 year old, respectively. It was day #1 of grade 7 (and 8 for me!), sitting in Music class. Trevor was at the back with the drums, and I was sitting in the front row. At some point I put up my hand and asked our teacher (the Great Mr.Findlay- a.k.a. Senor Dave) a question. Trevor heard my voice and decided right then and there that he was in love with me. (Couldn't tell ya why, I don't have that great a speaking voice...)<br><br><br><br>
So Trevor's large lovey-feelings developped more and more throughout Highschool. We were good friends for a long while, but eventually, especially when I started dating (other people) I began to get a little freaked out by it. He was this tiny puny guy, with this HUGE heart and BIG FAT adulty love for me- and I couldn't help but only see him as a 'little brother'. (He was the 'little Drummer Boy' prodigy who'd sit on my lap at lunchtime, as we hung out in the music room...) Nevermind that he was a foot shorter than me and probably half my weight- it just wasn't right at the time.<br><br><br><br>
So, not wanting to hurt his feelings, I started trying to dissuade him. I began by just spending less friend time with him (that didn't work). Then I tried being more direct about not responding to his advances, etc (that didn't work). THEN I couldn't figure out what to do, so I started really severing our relationship more (that STILL didn't work). After that, being then 16 and not exactly tactful or well versed in the politics of love, I'm ashamed to say I didn't know what else to do, and thus just began acting downright unkind to him. (Snubbing him, not talking to him- all the best ***** tactics).<br><br><br><br>
So after highschool, convinced he must hate me by now, and he convinced that I hated him, we both went our separate ways.<br><br><br><br>
Years later (almost 2 years ago) I really needed a drummer for some music I'd written. Low and behold I worked up the nerve (hoping he wouldn't slam the phone down on me when I announced who was calling), and called the brest drummer I knew: Trev.<br><br><br><br>
He was thrilled out of his tree when I called. Turns out he'd grown up a bit: he was now 6'2" tall, and the little computer business he'd started in highschool (he really was the quintessential nerdy kid!) had grown into a prosperous telecom company. He'd bought a house at 19. And he had a suave calm in his grumbly grown up voice that, surprising myself, I found very very attractive.<br><br><br><br>
We made a date to 'discuss the project'- and I couldn't have cared less how thinly veiled it was (no one goes to dinner AND a movie when it's just business!)- I was all a giggle waiting for the day to roll around.<br><br><br><br>
We went out and had a great time, and afterwards I went inside his place and we sat on the couch, talking. Before we knew it, we had been up talking all night. I couldn't believe how comfortable I felt with him. He gave me a backrub, in the guise of getting closer, and when it all collapsed into a big snuggle, I felt like I had "come home". Like all the insecurities I had had growing up, and negative things I'd gone through, disappeared with him, and I was returned to that person I had been so long ago, who still knew who she was.<br><br><br><br>
At around 4 am, he took a huge shuddering breath, and (he's since told me he also did a sort of desperate mental finger-crossing, thinking "NOW OR NEVER!! GERONIMO!!") and leaned in and planted one on me.<br><br><br><br>
We fell asleep that night, in a sort of propped up/flopped over position, holding hands.<br><br><br><br>
Almost 2 years later we are living together, and have just purchased our first JOINT home. Trevor has been trying to pop the question since our first week dating, but I have been holding off- telling him no way until we have been together for at least 2 years... (His response? "I've waited more than 10 years for you- I'll keep on waiting as long as it takes") 2 years is looming up soon, and it looks like things are going to head down that path.<br><br><br><br>
(I should mention how shocked a friend of ours from high school was when she found out we were together- she'd been my best friend, and Trevor's secret "I love Avalon" confidant the whole way through school, and I think her exact words when my friend Mike told her, were: "Wha--- ?? Hang on a second while I FREAK right the hell out!!!"<br><br>
Our old music teacher, Dave Findlay, with whom I am still very good friends, is THRILLED as well, and will be a guest of honour at our wedding shindig, if we have one.)<br><br><br><br>
A few weeks ago I accidentally discovered that he had purchased an engagement ring. It was kinda his fault I found out, but I still felt too guilty about it, and had to tell him I knew.<br><br><br><br>
Because I've ruined the surprise, and because I've been doing a lot of soul searching about marriage and readiness and the strength and nature of our relationship, I've begun to have a tickle of an idea myself...<br><br><br><br>
I know he's planning things for our 2 year mark in January- so I'm thinking of popping the question to HIM in December, on our birthday week. He will not expect it at all, but would be thrilled. And I think it would be fitting, as I have always been the over-cautious one in our relationship, while he has been the romantic mush.<br><br><br><br>
I'd like to be able to show him that I have made my own decision to be with him, and that I choose him, rather than him feeling he finally cajolled me into it.
 

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Trev and I met when we were 12 and 13 year old, respectively. It was day #1 of grade 7 (and 8 for me!), sitting in Music class. Trevor was at the back with the drums, and I was sitting in the front row. At some point I put up my hand and asked our teacher (the Great Mr.Findlay- a.k.a. Senor Dave) a question. Trevor heard my voice and decided right then and there that he was in love with me. (Couldn't tell ya why, I don't have that great a speaking voice...)<br><br><br><br>
So Trevor's large lovey-feelings developped more and more throughout Highschool. We were good friends for a long while, but eventually, especially when I started dating (other people) I began to get a little freaked out by it. He was this tiny puny guy, with this HUGE heart and BIG FAT adulty love for me- and I couldn't help but only see him as a 'little brother'. (He was the 'little Drummer Boy' prodigy who'd sit on my lap at lunchtime, as we hung out in the music room...) Nevermind that he was a foot shorter than me and probably half my weight- it just wasn't right at the time.<br><br><br><br>
So, not wanting to hurt his feelings, I started trying to dissuade him. I began by just spending less friend time with him (that didn't work). Then I tried being more direct about not responding to his advances, etc (that didn't work). THEN I couldn't figure out what to do, so I started really severing our relationship more (that STILL didn't work). After that, being then 16 and not exactly tactful or well versed in the politics of love, I'm ashamed to say I didn't know what else to do, and thus just began acting downright unkind to him. (Snubbing him, not talking to him- all the best ***** tactics).<br><br><br><br>
So after highschool, convinced he must hate me by now, and he convinced that I hated him, we both went our separate ways.<br><br><br><br>
Years later (almost 2 years ago) I really needed a drummer for some music I'd written. Low and behold I worked up the nerve (hoping he wouldn't slam the phone down on me when I announced who was calling), and called the brest drummer I knew: Trev.<br><br><br><br>
He was thrilled out of his tree when I called. Turns out he'd grown up a bit: he was now 6'2" tall, and the little computer business he'd started in highschool (he really was the quintessential nerdy kid!) had grown into a prosperous telecom company. He'd bought a house at 19. And he had a suave calm in his grumbly grown up voice that, surprising myself, I found very very attractive.<br><br><br><br>
We made a date to 'discuss the project'- and I couldn't have cared less how thinly veiled it was (no one goes to dinner AND a movie when it's just business!)- I was all a giggle waiting for the day to roll around.<br><br><br><br>
We went out and had a great time, and afterwards I went inside his place and we sat on the couch, talking. Before we knew it, we had been up talking all night. I couldn't believe how comfortable I felt with him. He gave me a backrub, in the guise of getting closer, and when it all collapsed into a big snuggle, I felt like I had "come home". Like all the insecurities I had had growing up, and negative things I'd gone through, disappeared with him, and I was returned to that person I had been so long ago, who still knew who she was.<br><br><br><br>
At around 4 am, he took a huge shuddering breath, and (he's since told me he also did a sort of desperate mental finger-crossing, thinking "NOW OR NEVER!! GERONIMO!!") and leaned in and planted one on me.<br><br><br><br>
We fell asleep that night, in a sort of propped up/flopped over position, holding hands.<br><br><br><br>
Almost 2 years later we are living together, and have just purchased our first JOINT home. Trevor has been trying to pop the question since our first week dating, but I have been holding off- telling him no way until we have been together for at least 2 years... (His response? "I've waited more than 10 years for you- I'll keep on waiting as long as it takes") 2 years is looming up soon, and it looks like things are going to head down that path.<br><br><br><br>
(I should mention how shocked a friend of ours from high school was when she found out we were together- she'd been my best friend, and Trevor's secret "I love Avalon" confidant the whole way through school, and I think her exact words when my friend Mike told her, were: "Wha--- ?? Hang on a second while I FREAK right the hell out!!!"<br><br>
Our old music teacher, Dave Findlay, with whom I am still very good friends, is THRILLED as well, and will be a guest of honour at our wedding shindig, if we have one.)<br><br><br><br>
A few weeks ago I accidentally discovered that he had purchased an engagement ring. It was kinda his fault I found out, but I still felt too guilty about it, and had to tell him I knew.<br><br><br><br>
Because I've ruined the surprise, and because I've been doing a lot of soul searching about marriage and readiness and the strength and nature of our relationship, I've begun to have a tickle of an idea myself...<br><br><br><br>
I know he's planning things for our 2 year mark in January- so I'm thinking of popping the question to HIM in December, on our birthday week. He will not expect it at all, but would be thrilled. And I think it would be fitting, as I have always been the over-cautious one in our relationship, while he has been the romantic mush.<br><br><br><br>
I'd like to be able to show him that I have made my own decision to be with him, and that I choose him, rather than him feeling he finally cajolled me into it.</div>
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What a wonderful idea<br><br><br><br>
Go for it!<br><br><br><br>
Just make sure you report back all the details when you do
 

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Awww geez I'm all giddy! Your stories are all touching...well some a bit odd but all wonderful! I don't have one to tell...yet <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/smiley.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=":)">
 

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Back when I was a teen, I ws giving a record of this band. The band was horrible, but I fell in love with a picture of the bass player. I had his picture up on my wall, in every place I lived. He was my dream-guy, he's so freakin' hot. Years went by, I was living with a guy who treated me like crap, beat me, called me names, ect. I kicked him out of our house, and then like and idiot, I sought him out. He was living with a new group of people who didn't know his past. I was introduced to the new roommates, and my dream guy, Eric, was one of them. I moved into the house and would innocently flirt with Eric ( even though I was still with a-hole).<br><br><br><br>
Things culminated one night into a major fight with a-hole and he beat me to where I went to the emergency room. I had a-hole arrested, and called home to let Eric and our other roommate Ken know what had happened. Eric became my gaurdian. He walked me everywhere, made me food and was my support where I had no other. We went out to the bar I worked at, got real tipsy and went home. We had all been sleeping in one room because it was July and I had the air-conditioned room. Eric and I stayed up alost all night talking and I told him of the crush I had on him. The dog, Lester, had taken over Eric's mattress and I politely <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/naughty.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=":naughty:"> offered for him to share my bed. We slept for a little while, woke, and I kissed him. Well, you know what happened next!<br><br><br><br>
Eric was so protective of me. He is everything I ever wanted. We found out I was pregnant ( I got pregnant one of the first times we had sex ). He stood by me, proposed to me and I accepted.<br><br><br><br>
We've been together for 4 1/2 years (married for 1 1/2 ). I couln't imagine where my life would be without him and his love. Sorry ladies, but I got the best husband in the world ( did I mention he's vegan too? ) ! <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/smitten.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=":smitten:">
 

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Wow...we are all so lucky!<br><br>
I had just ended a five year relationship and was trying to pick up the pieces of what was left of my life. He left with my dog and my car etc.<br><br>
Anyway I went to audition for a show at the local theatre and met some fun people. It was my first sense of hope that there are still some good guys out there. It was narrowed down between me and one other girl for the this one part to be the girlfriend of one of the attractive men (my now bf). Unfortunately in the end I didn't get the part. I later auditioned for another show and the guy who I had found attractive at the last audition was co-directing and running the audition. I had a great talk with him about the power of theatre and politics etc. And once again it came down to me and one other girl for the main role. When the other director called me she said that her co-director had really fought for me but she thought I looked too young for the part. I was getting a little frustrated but a few months later I went back for another audition and this same guy was there. He came over and sat beside me and said-you deserved all those parts and I'm going to make sure you get one tonight. I ended up getting cast in the show in which he was mentoring the director. It was a comedy and I was cast as the heroine. We had a couple of different hero's but in the end no one worked out. So my bf ended up playing my hero. And after a couple of rehearsals that was it! We new that we were meant to be together. It has been an absolute blast. He just moved across the country to do his masters in directing but I see him once an month and talk to him a couple of times a day. It such a great sappy story to say how my on stage hero became my hero in real life.
 

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This thread is so heartwarming <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/smitten.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=":smitten:">! I've never had any luck with relationships (then again I'm only 16 years old, heh..), sometimes it really depresses me and all seems hopeless, but reading things like this gives me so much hope and are just so sweet I can't help but feel better. By the way, Avalon, your story is by far my favorite- it's just so sweet and classic!<br><br><br><br>
D'aww. This thread makes me happy! <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/smiley.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=":)">
 
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