I was having a bad day at work and muttered “Strike that, reverse it,” from Willy Wonka. He heard me as he walked by and said “Willy Wonka is my favorite movie.”
I said “Me too.”
He said “I think I have to marry you.”
— Que Bella
Postscript: We dated for 10 years but had to end it because we were too much alike. It was like the Seinfeld episode with Jerry and Janeane Garafolo.
I only knew him for two weeks but was so smitten I left the country with him to visit his family. I lost my passport and we were stranded for six months.
— Sucker
Postscript: He is still the same wonderful man that I met that first day and 18 years and five kids later we are still together.
He came up to me at work and said he noticed I rode a motorcycle. He said he did too and wanted to show me his bike. We went outside and it was an old beat up bike but I couldn’t help but smile at the pride he took in it and that he had re-built it himself.
— MJ
Postscript: Two years later we are together and expecting our first child.
He had me pluck the hair off the back of his shoulders and he started popping the pimples I couldn’t reach around my ears. You have to be truly dedicated to someone to do such disgusting things for each other.
— Sandy
Postscript: Almost three years later we are still together and expecting our first child.
I have issues with wet paper. It’s just gross to me. Can’t stand it. We were out to eat at a Mexican place and when they brought me my super messy burrito it was in a basket lined with paper. I sat for a second trying to figure out how I was going to eat it too embarrassed to say anything when he left the table and came back with a plate for me. He said “I knew you’d be uncomfortable eating that so I got you a plate.”
— Wet Paper Hater
Postscript: We were together four years. Didn’t work out but I never forgot that.
We met in 1968, freshman year, in algebra class. He was the bad boy “greaser” I couldn’t resist and I was the good girl. We never said much but when I missed a week of school for a funeral out of town he was worried about me and called to see where I was.
— Karen
Postscript: Thirty-eight years of marriage and three kids later we’re still together. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
I started hooking up with a newly single friend. I thought I was just doing it for the “nookie” until we went to a 311 concert together as friends and some loser started hitting on her. I grabbed her and started making out with her making it obvious she wasn’t single anymore.
— Bob
Postscript: Five years later we’re still making out in public. God bless 311.
