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We had become good friends in a month, bonded over a mutual tendency to take care of others. When he found out I was self-quarantined, sick, in my bedroom, he came down with a cup of the best hot chocolate I’d ever tasted. He tucked me in and kissed me on the forehead. He was the first guy who showed me I was worth being taken care of.
—L
Postscript: It took us over a year after our friendship first formed to finally date officially. But I’ve loved him since that first cup of hot chocolate.
Very soon after starting to date my husband, I suspected that we would marry. It’s not that the infatuation was more intense than in other relationships. It was just a sense of recognizing my husband, as if I were walking down the street and happened to run into an old friend.
—Rachel
Postscript: We have been married for 19 years.
She took me to get one of the first Double Downs and still loved me after.
—Nathan
Postscript: We’re engaged
I was picking up my four-year-old daughter at a friend’s house, and my husband-to-be was retrieving his canoe. He came up and asked if I canoed. I said yes, but how about my daughter? When he said that she was more than welcome to join the fun, love began.
—Linda
Postscript: We’ve been married 34 years and have five daughters and five grandchildren.
The man who had been my mechanic was so generous to loan me his Lincoln town car when I was without my car following my accident. Then he found me a “work car” for $600 and assured me that when I was ready to sell it, he would find a buyer for it and would sell it for more than $600, which he did. Who couldn’t love this man, helping a damsel in distress.
—Casey
Postscript: We have been married for 13 years, both of us with no regrets!
I fell in love with my husband when he put my bicycle in a taxi cab during the Chicago riots of 1968. This was our first meeting.
—Diane
Postscript: We have been married for 41 years, and our daughter was a scholarship recipient of the 19th Century Charitable Association.
We were right outside Tel Aviv. I had known him briefly from Philadelphia, where he’d been a teacher at a nearby high school.
– Sarah
Postscript: When he pulled up to the curb and strode off his motorcycle, helmet in hand, I fell for him pretty hard.
