We had been happily dating for a few months. One day, while driving around town, we were stopped at an intersection when he pointed toward a side road and said, “If you go that way for 3 hours, you end up at the beach.” I laughed. He got a big smile on his face and asked, “You don’t believe me?” Three hours later we were walking on the beach in the moonlight. I knew then that I would spend the rest of my life with him.

—2blessed

Postscript: This year we will mark 19 years of marriage. He is my husband and best friend, and we still take drives on a whim.

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He was a regular at he coffee shop I managed. He asked if I wanted to go for a ride on his motorcycle. So, on that warm summer evening, out on a back road in the county, he took me for a ride. We stopped on the side of the road for a break and just talked for over an hour. On the way back, we tucked in and went fast. Around 170 mph. It was the most euphoric and free feeling in the world. I wasn’t scared a bit. I knew then and there that if I could trust him to take me 170 mph on his motorcycle, I could trust him with anything.

—dtrain

Postscript: We went on several more dates after that. A week later he told me he loved me and I said it back. We have been together for the past year and seven months and are getting married May 22, 2010. We still go fast on the bike, whenever he takes me for rides. One day, I’ll get my own.

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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

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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.

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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!

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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.

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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.

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