I knew it was love when he called me to tell me he rolled his truck and my first instinct was to get in my car and go to him. I picked him up from the hospital. Two days later, I spent 5 hours on the road helping him take care of his totaled truck and get something new to drive.
—Donna
Postscript: Two weeks later, his transmission went out. I helped him again without a single hesitation. He told me he loved me that evening.
The first time she came round to mine, and we talked in-depth about relationships. She sat opposite me, hugging a cushion the whole time. Our eyes kept meeting then falling away, nervous of expressing too much. When she left, before I’d even realized, I was sitting where she had sat, hugging the same cushion.
—James
Postscript: I realized then, hopelessly, it was love.
After dating for a few weeks, we were fooling around at my house. I wanted to make sure he was having as much fun as I was, so I asked him to say something. He thought for a minute and said, “I love you.” Not what I was expecting, but after I thought a minute myself, I realized I loved him too.
—Nicole
Postscript: He was the first guy I ever dated who said “I love you” first, and we’re still together (and now married) five years later.
The original plan: Meet up with a nice Jewish boy I met online (J-Date.com), schmooze, booze and breakfast in bed. Unfortunately, I suspected breakfast wouldn’t be kosher….so I ditched his ass, and met a nice Christian boy instead. He serenaded me with the lyrics, “I know who I want to take me home,” and from then on, I vowed to never J-Date again.
—Cud and Clove
Aftermath: Four weeks later, I’m still waiting for him to take me home…but things are definitely looking good!
You know it’s love when you’ve not seen or talked to each other in over 30 years—and once you see their name in an email you salivate.
—Boo
Aftermath: It’s love when still see them after the 30 years and they’ve survived and so have you.
We met at a bar after we had both had a few too many. After she drunkenly smiled at me, I waited way too long to say anything. Once I did, she was on her way out the door. After meeting up with her at a different bar, she forgot my name. Drunk and tired, I weaseled my way into her apartment. When I tried to weasel my way into her bed, I was on the street before I knew it. I pulled a Costanza though, and left my watch at her place.
—Kevin
Aftermath: We had another date when we weren’t blitzed (to get my watch), and we realized we have more in common than a love of alcohol. Now we’re to be married in June 2010.
I was a waitress, he was a cook. He kept watching me. My friend liked him, she asked him out, she dragged me with her, the cook and I started talking. He was planning a one night stand with me, I wasn’t planning anything.
—lee
Postscript: Seven years and three boys later, it has been a long one night stand.
