Let's see who can beat this.....I met my ex-W through the want adds. I placed an add in the personals of the local newspaper and she answered it. This was of coarse 25 yrs. ago and at that time doing this was a pretty acceptable way of meeting someone outside a bar. We had a couple phone conversations then went on a couple dates. I think it was the 3rd date I plowed the furrow.
I met mine through the personals, too! My friends talked me into placing an ad, to see what would happen...
We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one.
eHarmony, where you are matched based on 29 dimensions of compatibility. Except sex. 😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒
But true romantic love, the kind that lasts forever, has nothing to do with sex right?...it's all about the glass slipper...right Cinderella???
Or so society tells us....
It's that 30th dimension that is the killer...look at all the couples together only BECAUSE of the sex....
(Glad I never had success on that site...)
Glass Slipper/Sex Potato/Potata. Oh, you prefer potatas? How will you feel if your fiancée reveals after marriage that he/she only wants potatoes and was only eating potatas to avoid hurting your feelings (running you off)? Potatoes are just as good, right? You would be cool with that... wouldn't you?...? True love is more important than potatas, right? You would be surprised how many people don't really care for potatas.
Prince Charming tried that glass slipper on every female foot in the kingdom before finding the right fit. Have you finished all your homework, potata lover???
Some message along these lines (maybe with toned down vegetable references) should be posted on every dating site, every church altar, every courthouse door, and on the front cover of every premarital therapist's copy of Love Languages.
Post by greatcoastal on Aug 6, 2017 22:30:41 GMT -5
I met mine at a christian singles group. We would have dances every month, about 500 people would show up. We met on New Years Eve. I was wearing my white tux. She was a wall-flower. I would spend half my night with the ladies who really knew how to dance, and the other half teaching the wall-flowers how to dance.
I was driving an 18 wheeler for a living at the time, and wasn't interested in dating anyone. I was gone 6 days a week. My W had a 1-800 number at work so I could call her from any where. Her older brother drove a truck so we had some things to talk about.
She also had her family visiting her. The next morning she found me ushering at church and asked me to sit with her family. 2 yrs later we were married.
I met mine at high school. I went to a new school when I was sixteen, so did he. At the first school day I was in the canteen talking with a girl. Then 2 boys entered the canteen. The girl next to me asked me which one I liked most by the look of them. She liked the first one, big guy with sensual lips but a bit of an arrogant expression. I liked the other one better, looking smarter and not as confident as the other one. A few months later that girl was courting with arrogant guy (that ended because he was being completely stupid). And the other one probably thought I was the least scary looking female. We talked a lot and both avoided cigarette smoke during breaks. (At that time they were still smoking everywhere). 2 and a half years later we where living together.
In a back alley the first time (delivering a gag gift for my rooommate who was part of a women's fraternity to his fraternity. I was neutral, not belonging to one).
The second time, a few months later at a club; he was there with mutual friends and I actually said to myself, "oh god, not that guy," because he was incredibly awkward and seemingly unfriendly when I first met him.
🎼Signs, signs, everywhere there's signs.🎼
He's a nice guy. And I have matured in many good ways because of him. We simply aren't marriage material.
"The capacity that people have to love... Where does it go?" -- Truly, Madly, Deeply
In a British pub. I had decided to give up on finding a man...yes it was hard even in those days in full bloom of youth...so I went into the pub for a coffee before I went grocery shopping rather than go out on the town with my friends. He came up to the bar, and stood next to me while ordering a meal. I noticed his American accent, and asked was he on vacation. We got talking. He ate his meal at the bar, and I never made it to the grocery store. That was the beginning of the end.
In college. I went to printer and noticed it was out of paper so I scoured the room for paper, and found a few. Then someone else's work printed instead of mine. She said thanks. A week later she saw me in cafeteria and said hi. The only thing I remember while eating lunch together was the Def Leppard song, pour some sugar on me. She said it's not really sugar he is wanting on him. I was all ears. She wouldn't tell me, but it is probably also sticky and sweet. Could I buy a vowel...
Post by mrslowmaintenance on Aug 8, 2017 23:45:17 GMT -5
Wrestling practice in high school. I was heavy, he was an ass.. we didn't like each other much. Then when he got back from basic I was just moving out of my mom's. We hooked up for a mutually agreed upon one night stand and he asked me not to leave. The next week he was at my prom with someone else but I went home with him.
We had such great sex and instant connection that I ended up moving in with him instead. Married less than six months later.