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“Grilled Cheese”

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Our first date was spent walking on the beach and ended up at Denny’s at 1 am for grilled cheese. Our second date, over a year later, when we were at a nice place and eating brie on toast he said to me “Look, it’s grilled cheese in another form.” My heart did a flip-flop right then, when he remembered our grilled cheese.

—Karen

Postscript: I’ve gone out with him 4 times now…


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“Pick Up Chicks”

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He was taking his younger friend out to show him how to pick up chicks in bars. He asked to borrow my space at the crowded bar to get a drink and threw straws at the bar tender to get his attention for a drink, all the while listening to my conversation with my friend. He got his drink, sat in my friend’s chair and pretended to know all about me. We ended up talking all night. He lived in San Francisco, I live in Denver. Six months later I moved to San Fran—3 years later we married.

—Janet

Postscript: Not a good way to teach guys to pick up chicks. Maybe wives but not chicks! We celebrate our 24 year anniversary 9/22/09 (today).


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“My Second Chance”

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I saw him across the auditorium and thought he was out of my league. We hung out at the start of school but I didn’t think I wanted a relationship. He was with another girl when I realized he was everything I could ever dream of. I asked for a second chance with him and he gave it to me. I spent the night with him just enjoying his presence and being thankful for his friendship, and in the morning he kissed me and that was it.

—Alyssa

Postscript: We are coming up on our 1 year anniversary, balancing busy schedules but I know I still get butterflies and I still feel like the luckiest girl in the world.


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“Kind Words”

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I had recently gone through a really tough break-up, and a friend of mine had been really supportive of me while I was getting myself back together. On a particularly bad day, he lifted my chin up so he could look in my eyes, and said “Someone as beautiful as you shouldn’t be hurting like this.”

—Taryn

Postscript: We dated for two years shortly after that. Broke up, but he remains one of my best friends.


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“Foreigner”

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He made me nervous from the first time I met him, I couldn’t figure out why. We were friends with the same people and we were all a little crazy. We all played Whirlyball one night, and I guess I was so good that he  decided to ask me to a movie. I didn’t know if it was a real date or not, until he smelled my new fruity smelling shoes and we kissed when he dropped me off at home. He also sang a really sweet version of “Waiting for a Girl Like You” by Foreigner one night, months into our dating. Inseparable ever since.

—Jaci

Postscript: We dated for a 6 months, my cat moved in, I moved in and we have been married over a year and have a beautiful child together. My hormones really get on his nerves, but at the end of the day we love each other. A lot. He is the most patient Zen person I know.


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“Not too early…”

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We were sitting on the sofa in my apartment and had just watched a movie. He kissed me, looked at me, and innocently and sincerely asked “Is it too early to tell you I love you?” It wasn’t too early, although it had only been 25 days since our first date. I told him “I love you” back.

—Natalie

Postscript: We’ll be married 4 years on 10/1/09, and we never miss an opportunity to tell each other “I love you.” It is never too early to tell someone you love them, but it can always be too late.


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“Vulnerable”

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He is almost two decades my senior, sweet, kind, and has always acted cocky. I was drawn to him, but was afraid he really did believe his own hype. One night he took me to the music studio space he and his band rented. We had the entire warehouse to ourselves… but he couldn’t get it up. Right then I saw the vulnerable side he had been hiding; the fear of inadequacy. He had often told me “I want to be there and provide for you,” but now I knew I could hold and take care of him.

—Claire

Postscript: That was three years ago. He spent the last two of them waiting for me while I was off at school. Things are rocky now that I’m back. Change is always constant and we’re trying to find something similar to what we had. I have hope, though. And patience.


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