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Love Canoe

admin — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 08:30:25 +0000

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.

Looseness and Wild Relief

admin — Thu, 28 Jul 2011 07:50:34 +0000

Our play had been a success, though of course I hadn’t liked it much. She’d been great, though, and somehow the looseness and wild relief of the after party buoyed me across the room to her. She said she’d never seen me like this – cheery, the smile on my face without a trace of irony.

— Steve

Postscript: We dangled our feet in a pool, later that night, and quietly talked till dawn as we watched the darting reflections on the water.

Let’s dance

admin — Tue, 25 Jan 2011 12:00:48 +0000

As soon as I heard the twinkling opening tune of my all-time favorite song, “String of Pearls” by Glen Miller, my legs were already itching to get out on the dance floor. The wedding reception of mutual friends was where my favorite song, met my favorite guy. I couldn’t help it; I led through most of the song and even accidentally swung my future husband that night into the reception hall post.

—Jackie

Postscript: “String of Pearls” still does it to me – reminding me of staring love in the eyes and never wanting to let go.

The bum, the psychic?

admin — Mon, 30 Aug 2010 10:00:01 +0000

It just so happened the other six people we were supposed to meet on the train platform to go to a movie never showed up (not a date). The train moved three blocks and then shut down. While it was stalled, we chatted with a bum: bottle in a bag, week-old beard. “How long you two been together?” “Oh, no, we’re not dating.” He took a swig. “Uh-huh.” Then, confidingly, to the boy: “You stick with her, my man; that’s the one you gonna marry.”

—Ann

Postscript: We were together nine years before we got married six years ago. Two kids. We still take the train to movies.

Chicken soup cures all

admin — Sun, 29 Aug 2010 10:00:06 +0000

We had plans to go out, but I got a really bad cold and had to cancel. He called to see how I was feeling and said he was out running errands. About five minutes after we hung up, the doorman called and said I had a package. I found a care package of chicken noodle soup, orange juice, cough drops and a beautiful sunflower plant.

—Shermi

Postscript: I was so touched because he was so thoughtful and he didn’t even know if I liked him. We started dating and got engaged five months later.

The perfect pair

admin — Sat, 28 Aug 2010 10:00:11 +0000

Love is like finding the perfect pair of shoes. When I met my husband, it was like finding a pair of shoes that were so comfortable, strong and beautiful; I knew I would walk in them forever.

—Rose

Postscript: We’ve been walking together ever since.

Rock & roll love

admin — Sat, 21 Aug 2010 10:00:59 +0000

A boring night of serving drinks turned into a life-changing event, when a boy walked into my bar and caught my eye. When he later introduced himself, I found out he was from Chicago and played drums in one of the bands that would be playing the show I was working that night. I discovered his band was one I had loved for years.

After we spent all night awkwardly flirting with each other, I thought to myself, “Now, why can’t I meet a guy like this?” but quickly realized, “Wait! I did!” We spent the rest of the night/early morning talking and falling hard for each other. Two weeks later, we split the cost of a plane ticket for me to fly from Philadelphia to Chicago for a visit.

—Lychee

Postscript: Almost four years later, I’ll have lived in Chicago for three years, and we’re still going strong.

Love at first sight

admin — Fri, 13 Aug 2010 10:00:22 +0000

I got into a university far away, but neither of us could say goodbye. Every weekend for the following six months, he would bike 350 miles through one of the harshest and coldest winters recorded to see me.

—Lissy

Postscript: Now almost a year down the line, we live in the same city, and we’re very much in love. He still tells me he fell in love the moment he saw me.

Mario brother

admin — Sun, 08 Aug 2010 10:00:34 +0000

I met him in college playing Super Mario Brothers with friends. He never even looked up at me. So I said “screw it.” Later that week, I went out to a club, where I ended up running back into “Mario.” (I never knew his name). It turns out he had noticed me and wanted to know everything about me. We left the club together and watched a late-night movie. That night I fell asleep wrapped in his arms.

— Princess Peach

Postscript: What I didn’t know that night was that four years later we would be married with two kids!

Te quiero mucho

admin — Sun, 01 Aug 2010 10:00:40 +0000

During my stay in Buenos Aires, he told me that he loved me after three short weeks. He didn’t speak any English, so I tried to explain to him he didn’t know how strong of a word he was using. A week later, when I went to visit his suburb, I realized that almost every day for the past few weeks, he had walked 20 minutes from his house, spent one hour on the train, and another hour on a bus, just to meet me in the city where I lived, not once mentioning the long journey it took to get there.

—Megan

Postscript: We have been apart for almost 6 months. Still madly in love with him, I am going back to Argentina in two months for another semester abroad. TKM [te quiero mucho].