HaHa ~ You just stole MY story. I too was separated and getting divorced from my husband of 26 years when I met my Dave. I was NOT looking at all. But here was this gorgeous guy with beautiful blue eyes, and a smile to match who had such a sweet deep voice that was so sincere ~ how could I resist???

I had been single 9 years after my first marriage (2 kids). All the men in the singles groups seemed to be "old" men. Then I saw a nice looking man at our church singles group at a Christmas party, but he was already spoken for. I watched him all evening, his gentle manner, high character, friendliness. Five months went by and then on a Saturday singles event, there he was without HER! We began talking and the rest is history. Dated a year and a half, married 14 years. Those were the best years of my life. He was the last greatest gentleman on the planet, as seen through my eyes!

I was divorced and alone for nearly eight years. I had been introduced to Jim earlier in the evening but assumed he was married and didn't think anymore about it. With my kids walked into a cocktail lounge several hours later and Jim came up to me as I entered the door and kissed me....yes kissed me......I am not sure who was the most shocked. Me for letting him kiss me or him at himself for doing it. I belonged to him body and soul from that minute on. Later on I asked him why he would do something so out of character and he said "something in his heart told him to do it". All I know is the earth moved when he kissed me and I "knew" we would be together forever. I just didn't realize how very short forever would be.

Thanks for the post and a chance to tell everyone how I met the most wonderful man in the world.
Hugs, Dianne

He was a classmate of my roommate. I was going back to school, as was he so we were both a little older than right out of high school (about 24). He came to our apartment a couple of times and I thought he was cute and we talked a bit, but i thought he and my roommate were getting together. I was kinda seeing someone at the time, but was going to end it the next day when he asked if i would have a beer with him sometime. I said sure I'd go. So we planned to have a drink for a few nights later, and all the while i'm thinking it's just a buddy thing and he's gonna forget anyway. He called like he said and we went out. The whole time we were out, I was still thinking it was just friendly. As we left the bar, i commented that i was cold and he rubbed his hands up and down my arms but pulled back real quick like he was nervous. It was then I realized it was a date. We were together everyday for a year. Then we broke up. We were apart for almost 2 years and got back together. We were together another 5 years when he passed. Makes me wonder why we were put back together only to be pulled apart again. He was my first and only love and gave me a beautiful little boy.

I hadn't thought about that first "date" in a long time. What a wonderful memory.

I'd been divorced a year and went to Parents Without Partners, so I was looking. I met Vicki the one night we went. We married just shy of a year later. Now she's gone, and by chance, I reconnected with someone from highschool around the same time. That was totally unexpected.
Chris

Hey me too. I was getting divorced and Rob was a friend of mine through my girlfriend. We hung out with a group of people on the weekends. Those weekends when the x had the children. That was a first to begin with. Having weekends to yourself. who knew. Anyway, I thought Rob was so cute, honest, sincere, funloving. I never thought we'd get together as he was 12 years my junior and I had no designs on him. It was like that Bonnie Rait song, Let's Given Something to Talk About. We enjoyed eachother's company for a while before it became something else. Never thought it would lead to 20 wonderful years. I can't believe how lucky I got. One bad marriage and one great marriage, You really appreciate the good one. Love the post, Hug, Donna

A pillow fight. I was newly separated and visiting a friend. Her boyfriend showed up to visit and my future husband accompanied him. After about an hour of sitting around the living room chatting - three of us, Keith was being his normal quiet self. I just couldn't stand it any longer and decided to break the ice when I "whopped" him up side the head with a pillow. The rest is 32 years of history.

Yep, a pillow fight ensued and it was the most glorious pillow fight I've ever participated in.

Karen

We started dating when I was 17. If anybody would have told me that I would spend the next 40 years together I would have thought they were nutters. At that time I was not dating with marriage in mind. I never did date anybody after I met him. He just grew on me, well that and his green eyes and the fact that nobody could make me laugh like he could.

A group of us gathered at the bar for a birthday party. The evening had gotten really late and I knew what I would be going home with. I had been eyeing it all evening. No one else was interested. But I was. A big ol' piece of birthday cake with the biggest frosting flower. YUUMM My eye was on the target and I was going in for the kill when I saw a guy just standing there. Crap, competition for the flower I thought. I wanted him away from the cake so I told him he should be out dancing. Not sure how he interpretted that as a dance invitation but he did. As if the first part of this story isn't pathetic I actually felt myself in conflict over the cake or the dance. But I chose those brown eyes but not before dragging my finger through the whole cake. We got together the very next night and never looked back.

I met my husband the summer of 1978, before my Sr year in high school, when he came to WA with a cousin of mine on vacation but we didn't get together until 4 years later...I thought he had the prettiest blue eyes & the nicest smile...and that sweet southern drawl... I was dating someone at the time & although we corresponded some after he came back to Texas, I ended up marrying the idiot I was dating. But when my ex walked out on our marriage & I filed for divorce, my sweet Snake sent me a short letter that said "Here's my address & my phone number...hope I hear from you." We picked up where we had left off when I married the aforementioned idiot and maintained a long-distance romance for about a year and a half until he convinced me place was with him here in TX...I left family, friends, my job, everything, to come down here...I never regretted it for one moment...

I met my husband when I was 14 and he was 17. he was my new sister in laws brother. I was not impressed a little to young to be very interested but he hung in there and we were married for almost 38 years. His sister divorced my brother he was bad news and she is still my sister in law. I am trying to relax more about the future and quit worrying about all the horrible things I imagine might happen and just live in the day I am in... if I learned anything from this it is there is no guarantee for a tomorrow and yesterday can't be changed all I really have is the day I am in.

I had a relationship with someone that lasted four years. I really thought that he and I would get married, everything seemed so in place. Thinking about it now I realize that the circumstances and situation were right but not the love. Ine day I woke up and thought to myself that this wasn't happiness and that I would be better off alone where I wouldn't have to consider someone elses dreams at the sake of my own. I told him that neight of us was happy and our relationship was ended. Over the next year and a half we would bump into each other and I would go to dinner or something and 15 minutes into being with him realized why I had left.
I threw myself into my job traveling and setting up new units and thought that at my age, 47, I would have more of a chance to be blown up by terrorists than get married (that was a statistic published in Time Magazine for women over 40) I had given up hope, gave it no thought and worked and went out with my women friends. One day Rudy walked in and I was introduced, a few weeks later he walked me to my car and kissed me like I have never been kissed before. That was it, I was toast and we remained together and only fell more deeply in love as each day went by.
I know that will never happen again and I am in no way ready for anything now but who knows. Love manifests itsef in many different ways. GoneForever is right, Live for today as there are no guarantees

I met Stephen in the spring of my sophomore year in high school. I was 15. At the time I was "going steady" with the best friend of Stephen's brother. That romance had just about run it's course. One day I was sitting in the library and Stephen came up and sat down beside me to ask if I still liked the other boy. All I can remember is looking into his eyes. For me it was love at first sight.

That fall I made a point of sitting next to him in chemistry class so I could be his lab partner. We started dating in October and the rest is history.

I met Todd when he was in Ire. on a leave. He was stationed in Japan and visiting to look up a relative. I was nineteen and going into the convent. There he was...following me...every day for a week. There was something different about him...his presence...his walk...the pride andconfidence he had in himself. I had never dated anyone before, and I was scared to death to go out to dinner with him. At the end of his time there, Todd took me to a shop and bought me a ring with the rest of the money he had. He got on his knees right there in the shop and asked me to marry him. Six months later Todd was back and we were married away. This was the beginning of ny new life...the only one I want. How different my life would be if I hadn't let several nuns talk me out of the vocation. peace to all..Kaaren

My goodness, Mike and I grew up together and he was probably 13 when I moved "overtown" on his street. He used to gather up the neighborhood kids to play sports and we just bonded over the next few years. I fell in love with his humor, patience, kindness, and intelligence. My father didn't approve of his wild ways, so a Romeo-Juliet situation ensued and we snuck around until I graduated high school. As soon as I graduated, I became pregnant at 18, Mike joined the military, and the rest is history. I treasure every bit of that time together.