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We were playing frisbee and he threw it and accidentally hit me square in the nose. He immediatley ran over to check on me and luckily my nose wasn’t broken.
— RMHS Love
Postscript: Twelve years later he still looks over at me at the oddest times and says my nose still looks a little off.
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He had me pluck the hair off the back of his shoulders and he started popping the pimples I couldn’t reach around my ears. You have to be truly dedicated to someone to do such disgusting things for each other.
Postscript: Almost three years later we are still together and expecting our first child.
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We were just friends, talking about music and it came up how much we both liked TOOL. He told me his favorite CD was “Opiate” which I had never heard of (it’s not that easy to find). He went out to his car, grabbed it, gave it to me and told me to keep it. He said he knew I would appreciate it and he would just get another one.
Postscript: We didn’t get together until two years after that but five years of dating later we’re still going strong. Thanks Maynard!
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I have issues with wet paper. It’s just gross to me. Can’t stand it. We were out to eat at a Mexican place and when they brought me my super messy burrito it was in a basket lined with paper. I sat for a second trying to figure out how I was going to eat it too embarrassed to say anything when he left the table and came back with a plate for me. He said “I knew you’d be uncomfortable eating that so I got you a plate.”
— Wet Paper Hater
Postscript: We were together four years. Didn’t work out but I never forgot that.
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We met in 1968, freshman year, in algebra class. He was the bad boy “greaser” I couldn’t resist and I was the good girl. We never said much but when I missed a week of school for a funeral out of town he was worried about me and called to see where I was.
Postscript: Thirty-eight years of marriage and three kids later we’re still together. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
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We were standing in the rain and I turned to her and told her I loved her. It was kind of like out of a movie.
Postscript: After 1.5 years together I paid for her to go visit her family as a gift and found out she was cheating. When I asked her about it she said “What do you want me to do about it?”
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