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.
After a few days sending ridiculously flirty texts, she sent me an email which discussed esoteric readings of that week’s Torah portion. She was unsurprised when I had an even more esoteric reading in response.
— Jon
Postscript: Our next meeting somehow found a golden mean between the two.
Tired of trying the old singles party tricks , I went up to him – thin, a small smile beneath his lively eyes – and asked if he wanted to leave and grab some coffee. “Ok,” he said softly, “but only if we can talk about 50s noir while we drink.”
—Lisa
Postscript: We’re still drinking coffee, still watching 50s noir, and still adamantly avoiding the old singles’ parties.
Seeing a new play, a pert be-skirted woman sat down on the seat next to me. As the play progressed, I grew a little tired of the actors, but the set kept on impressing me. “I wish the cast would leave and I could just hang out on the set,” I said to my mysterious companion. “I designed that,” she said immediately.
—Rob
Postscript: We did hang out on the set that night, and it turned out our love of her work wasn’t the only thing we have in common.
On my third day in college, a discussion leader divided up a class for a debate. One side of the room would defend the existence of God, the other deny it. As people shuffled around uncomfortably at the most poorly designed ice breaker of all time, I noticed that the atheist side was just me and a beautiful brunette. “Heretic,” she whispered at me.
—Ben
Postscript: Six godless months later, she’s still whispering sly witticisms in my ear.
I found out he had perfect credit.
— Ci Ci
Postscript: After five years that’s not the only reason I love him but it helps to remember during a fight.
We met while working together at a pizza place. I was working through college and he was working part-time to supplement his income. He told a friend that he liked me and so we began talking more and more. Finally, we went on a date and during the date he had mentioned how much he liked to read and some books that he enjoyed. I, an avid reader as well, had some books by that same author so I told him I would let him borrow them. After a few weeks, we continued talking and dating, he came to work (on a day he had off) and said he wanted to return the books and would just put them in my car. I handed him my keys and when I finished my shift I found the most beautiful rose and note.
—L
Postscript: That was just the beginning of our story. We were married 4 years after this.
