I'm just glad no one here found the neighbor's wife.
How did you find your wife?
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Originally Posted By: Pablo
I'm just glad no one here found the neighbor's wife.
What she look like?? Might come visit!
Bob
I'm just glad no one here found the neighbor's wife.
What she look like?? Might come visit!
Bob
*Bump*
This thread is interesting and has awsome stories.
More please!
This thread is interesting and has awsome stories.
More please!
wife was next door neighbor in college dorm, while studying in Bonn, Germany 
My wife and I have known each other since childhood, albeit I am 8 years older. I never really noticed her until after she graduated high school and I heard she was going off to college. I'd see her around during the summer at work because we both worked at the same place.
After a few summers went by, I finally asked her to go on a date. We both were glad I waited and I think timing has a big part to play in anyone's relationship. We both knew after that date we'd never leave each others side.
After a few summers went by, I finally asked her to go on a date. We both were glad I waited and I think timing has a big part to play in anyone's relationship. We both knew after that date we'd never leave each others side.
My wife and I met in grad school about twenty eight years ago.
She decided she wanted to get to know me, so she asked to use my econ notes.
She told me years later that my notes sucked.
Anyway, things went from there.
Good find for both of us
She decided she wanted to get to know me, so she asked to use my econ notes.
She told me years later that my notes sucked.
Anyway, things went from there.
Good find for both of us
Thats cool!
Been a couple years since I last posted here. Still going strong and it continues to get better.
Her family bought the neighborhood general-purpose store in our little one-horse town. One glance and I was smitten (I was 15, she was 13), although she didn't get the message for a number of years. On July 3, Lord willing, it'll be 35 years of mostly happily married life!!
IT comes back AGAIN. Great and funny thread.
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How did you find your wife?
Pretty grumpy last time I checked. I better find out what's up with that.
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How did you find your wife?
Pretty grumpy last time I checked. I better find out what's up with that.
Met my wife at my old job. I was working as a Network Admin at the time and she was hired on as a CSR to answer phones etc. We used to run into each other often because we would basically take smoke breaks around the same time. A few months of meeting and just briefly talking for a 1-2 minutes at a time I eventually had to setup a few new machines for the office and her's was one of them. So I lugged the PC's up to the second floor and she is sitting next to the girl I was about to do work on, I said "xxname, I have to do you, then do her(my future wife) next". My future wife said "Oh, you want to do me?" and laughed about it for a bit and went on our way.
She left her boyfriend a month prior due to him beating/hitting her and she found comfort with me and we just hit it off after that ice breaker. She tagged along with me to pick up supplies etc and would use that time to get to know each other more an more. I still remember the day she wore this killer shorty skirt and I commented on how pretty she looked. She told me a year later she did it on purpose to lure me in lol.
Dated in 2007-2009, married on 10/9/09. She's like my best friend, cheese around a lot. To this day if I ever ran into her ex, I would probably make him realize how much it hurts to get hit. I still remember seeing all those bruises on her arm and neck/face back then.
She left her boyfriend a month prior due to him beating/hitting her and she found comfort with me and we just hit it off after that ice breaker. She tagged along with me to pick up supplies etc and would use that time to get to know each other more an more. I still remember the day she wore this killer shorty skirt and I commented on how pretty she looked. She told me a year later she did it on purpose to lure me in lol.
Dated in 2007-2009, married on 10/9/09. She's like my best friend, cheese around a lot. To this day if I ever ran into her ex, I would probably make him realize how much it hurts to get hit. I still remember seeing all those bruises on her arm and neck/face back then.
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We found each other while talking on the CB radio. 30 yrs later and 2 daughters we are still together.
Originally Posted By: crinkles
thankfully not "in flagrante"
All time, absolute mori classic. I still have the organic carrot juice stains on the wall behind the monitor from the spew that laughter caused. I miss that guy.
thankfully not "in flagrante"
All time, absolute mori classic. I still have the organic carrot juice stains on the wall behind the monitor from the spew that laughter caused. I miss that guy.
Originally Posted By: Malo83
Originally Posted By: Popinski
I met my wife in Japan. After she got her American citizenship, she left me. I should have known all along.
Saw a lot of that when I was in the NAVY, no amount of counseling would change these guys minds
"I've got a good feeling about this one"
Originally Posted By: Popinski
I met my wife in Japan. After she got her American citizenship, she left me. I should have known all along.
Saw a lot of that when I was in the NAVY, no amount of counseling would change these guys minds
"I've got a good feeling about this one"
I met my current girlfriend on a free dating site back in 2004. Still together and happy!
Originally Posted By: kenw
Blind date. 4th of July. Fireworks, etc...
Seriously.
I can triple-trump that one! I was the third alternate on the 1984 BLIND date that got me with my Mrs.
It was Friday evening in Pensacola. I was a flight student back then. The first guy had been scheduled to stand duty as the OOD and had forgotten about that. He ended up reporting late, CO was REEEEAL PO-ed, but that's another story. #1 out of the picture.
The second guy, Tom, a friend and fellow survivor of Marine OCS, had agreed to go, and shortly thereafter, made the cold, calculated decision that he'd fare better rolling the dice down at Seville Quarter (Pensacola's manufactured, mini-French-Quarter). So he bailed. #2 out of the picture.
That left me. I had just returned to the BOQ after a late flight. I was still wearing a skanky, sweaty bag (flight suit), had just opened an ice cold long-neck Bud, and had taken only a swallow or two. Ken, another friend who'd set all this up, starts frantically knocking at my door. I answer, he explains, and I almost tell him, "get lost, I'm beat, etc. . ." Well, I gave in, took a quick shower, got dressed, and well, as the cliche goes, the rest is history. Here we are, more than a quarter century later.
Ah, and the story gets better. A few years earlier, Tom and I were fellow "candidates" at OCS. OCS is, in very basic terms, "boot camp" for officers. The program is so intense, less than 1/2 who report successfully complete. And they run your butt so hard, that even eating three heavy, high-cal meals a day, most guys have lost 20 lbs by the time it's over.
Anyway, one day, Tom and I were kidding around about something long forgotten. At noon chow, for whatever reason, going down the line, the server gave me three sugar cookies, but Tom only got two. At the table, for a moment, I looked away, and Tom snatched one of my cookies and had it in his grinning maw before I could do anything. But for the presence of the drill instructors, Tom might not be alive today... In this calorie deprived world, "candidates" were like hungry pit bulls -- you get your hand near my tray, and you can expect it to be skeletonized instantly. Piranahs? Pfffft, wimpy fish. Chronically hungry OCS candidates -- be careful.
Anyway, as small as the Marine Corps is, I've crossed paths with Tom at least a dozen times over the years. I have never wasted the chance to remind him that while he got the cookie, I ended up with the girl. Oh yeah, he was at Seville Q the night of our first date, and we went there too. He tried to cut in on a dance -- I told him NO. And again, the rest is history.
EDIT: I guess technically, I was the "second" alternate, but still third in line. . .
Blind date. 4th of July. Fireworks, etc...
Seriously.
I can triple-trump that one! I was the third alternate on the 1984 BLIND date that got me with my Mrs.
It was Friday evening in Pensacola. I was a flight student back then. The first guy had been scheduled to stand duty as the OOD and had forgotten about that. He ended up reporting late, CO was REEEEAL PO-ed, but that's another story. #1 out of the picture.
The second guy, Tom, a friend and fellow survivor of Marine OCS, had agreed to go, and shortly thereafter, made the cold, calculated decision that he'd fare better rolling the dice down at Seville Quarter (Pensacola's manufactured, mini-French-Quarter). So he bailed. #2 out of the picture.
That left me. I had just returned to the BOQ after a late flight. I was still wearing a skanky, sweaty bag (flight suit), had just opened an ice cold long-neck Bud, and had taken only a swallow or two. Ken, another friend who'd set all this up, starts frantically knocking at my door. I answer, he explains, and I almost tell him, "get lost, I'm beat, etc. . ." Well, I gave in, took a quick shower, got dressed, and well, as the cliche goes, the rest is history. Here we are, more than a quarter century later.
Ah, and the story gets better. A few years earlier, Tom and I were fellow "candidates" at OCS. OCS is, in very basic terms, "boot camp" for officers. The program is so intense, less than 1/2 who report successfully complete. And they run your butt so hard, that even eating three heavy, high-cal meals a day, most guys have lost 20 lbs by the time it's over.
Anyway, one day, Tom and I were kidding around about something long forgotten. At noon chow, for whatever reason, going down the line, the server gave me three sugar cookies, but Tom only got two. At the table, for a moment, I looked away, and Tom snatched one of my cookies and had it in his grinning maw before I could do anything. But for the presence of the drill instructors, Tom might not be alive today... In this calorie deprived world, "candidates" were like hungry pit bulls -- you get your hand near my tray, and you can expect it to be skeletonized instantly. Piranahs? Pfffft, wimpy fish. Chronically hungry OCS candidates -- be careful.
Anyway, as small as the Marine Corps is, I've crossed paths with Tom at least a dozen times over the years. I have never wasted the chance to remind him that while he got the cookie, I ended up with the girl. Oh yeah, he was at Seville Q the night of our first date, and we went there too. He tried to cut in on a dance -- I told him NO. And again, the rest is history.
EDIT: I guess technically, I was the "second" alternate, but still third in line. . .
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