When we were 13 he dropped me off at my house after a bike riding date. We stood in my garage and he kissed me for the first time. I said to him, “my parents tell me not to throw these words around in less you really mean them, but I think I am falling in love with you.” He hopped onto his bike and pedaled as fast as he could home.
—Gayle
Postscript: We continued dating from that point on. We have been married 23 years.
When I was introduced to Dave he had long hair, wore leather pants and
smoked. Not the person I saw myself with long term. I ended up going on a
date with him and realized I was in love with him because we had so much
fun. I didn’t care what anyone thought. When I brought him home to meet my
family, my mom said to my sister, “That’s who Paula is going to marry
because she can’t control him.”
—Paula
Postscript: 23 years of marriage, 2 kids and I still can’t control him.
I was working at a big advertising firm. She came in as a sales exec from the phone company, interviewing random employees about the new phone system. ”What kind of features would you want on your desk set?” she asked. I was feeling a bit self-important, as ad guys do and replied, ”I want speed dial, special rings, earpiece volume control, speaker phone—.” “You can stop right there,” she said. “We’ve got just the set for you. It’s a couple of tin cans and a wire.” Brilliant.
—Dan
Postscript: Since our first date we haven’t been apart for a day in 25 years.
I was sitting across the room from him while he and his friends jammed out on their guitars. We were all a little tipsy and having a blast. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him, and once he put the guitar down I couldn’t keep my hands off either. Musicians must love their love lives.
—Abby
Postscript: We’ll see where the road takes us…
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.
Sneaking out of a dilapidated frat house at 3 in the morning after a drunken, sweaty make-out session rarely has love written all over it. But as I fumbled to kiss him good-night, awkwardly waved, and headed out into the chilly April night, without even an exchange of numbers or last names, I knew this guy wasn’t going anywhere. We were young, we are young, but I knew from that moment—that simple, meaningless lingering wave before I turned and ran home—that he would change my life forever.
—Megan
Postscript: Almost a year later, we’re very much still together and still busy making out–but in far classier places, don’t worry. I still can’t shake the deep, knowing feeling that this guy isn’t going anywhere.
Who would have thought I’d meet my soul mate in my English class? I walked into class and without realizing it, sat next him. At the end of the period, I asked him what the homework was and he said he would only tell me if he could have my number.
—Krissy
Postscript: We are still together three years later, and we couldn’t be happier. He’s the love of my life.
