A few months after a nasty breakup my (now) boyfriend and I started dating. I was really hesitant for him to meet my young son, but he was persistent and I finally let them meet. A few months later, he was leaving to go home when my son said, “I love you.” He immediately said, “I love you too, buddy.” That’s when I knew I loved him.
—Sara
Postscript: Over a year later and we’re still going strong
I knew it was love when we exchanged padlock keys.
—Comet
Postscript: I didn’t believe in soul mates before I met him. Now I believe in soul mates and happily ever after.
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.
Over a year’s time, my boss kept asking me for a date. I kept telling him that I would never date anyone who had power over my job. I heard through the grapevine that he had asked for a transfer to another department. When his boss asked him why he wanted to move, he said it was so I would go on a date with him.
—Colleen
Postscript: He transferred, I dated him then married him. Now, I’m his boss.
