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At a Funeral :eek:
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We met at the rosary for a friend of mine who was dating a friend of hers. We don’t really remember, but her sister (who was her ride) apparently left us and went and sat in the car and honked at us because she wanted to leave after the three of us were the last ones there that evening. The only reason I didn’t ask her for her number then was because I thought it would be tacky to do that at a funeral. She had to work during the actual funeral, so I didn’t see her again.

O and btw, my friend who died and myself where from my hometown, his girlfriend and all her friends were from another town about an hour away, where I happen to go to college, but never really talked to them because they were all high school aged and I was in college.

About 6 months later, his former girlfriend invited me to her birthday party and I went, but was considering leaving because of the age difference when in walks this girl I hadn’t seen in about 6 months, and more, someone my age. So we sat down in the back and talked all through whatever terrible movie the birthday girl wanted to watch until the party was over.

After that, we started talking first on facebook and then on AIM until the next semester started. At some point early in that next semester, we were both talking (chatting online) and realized we were both on campus and without lunch plans so we decided to eat together (that was when we exchanged phone numbers-hadn’t done that yet). That one time turned into a weekly and then biweekly thing and we slowly went from friends-who didn’t-have-anyone-else-to-eat-with to people kinda interested in each other to finally dating. And then I left for 14 weeks of Army training about 1.5 weeks later.

Now a year later, she is converting on Thursday and we are getting married Jul 31 🙂
 
Josh Kennedy: I didn’t want to quote your post but I did want to tell you how inspiring your story was!

My Great Aunt (who is now 91 years old) was blind from about the age of 12. She was sent to the Ohio School for the Blind which is in Columbus. She tells that “in those days” the school was not very nice to the students and they endured a lot of hardship even at the hands of the teachers. But while a high school student, she met and later married her husband who had been blind from birth. They married and my aunt was pregnant with their first child when they were involved in a horrific auto accident. The car held 6 of my family members and it killed my aunt’s husband, killed another aunt of mine, blinded my grandfather and crippled an uncle.

My aunt carried her baby and delivered her successfully. She raised my cousin alone, in her own home. My aunt had a business of her own during the days that a home business was very unusual. She answered telephones for businesses after-hours. You have to remember: this was in the days there were no multiple-line phones - each phone number/business had to have its own telephone (those old black rotary kind) AND there were of course no such things as answering machines. So businesses used people to personally answer their after-hours lines and take down information.

Aunt had a large business desk in her house that held about 25 phones - all of them were identical and of course (to me anyway) rang with the same ring tone! But when one of them rang, she knew exactly which one it was and answered with the greeting identifying the correct company! It always amazed me! My Grandma (this was her SIL) would sometimes “babysit” the phones to let my aunt have time away, but Grandma and I would often have to begin touching the various phones to tell which one was ringing! And the phones had a typed sticker on it to tell us which phone it was!

That was the way she supported her daughter. My cousin is sighted and could help as she grew up. But Aunt still lives alone in the same house, even though she is in a wheelchair now due to bad hips. She does her own housecleaning and cooking. Everything any sighted person does at home. And she is still as sharp as ever!

Her Braille Bible always fascinated me – it is HUGE!

Either “Family Circle” magazine or “Women’s Day” did a story on my aunt back in the 1960’s. I wish I could locate a copy of the magazine.
 
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I met my husband at a high school football game our senior year (he was from the visiting school). I always went to games with a large group of friends, but almost sat that one out because my sister wasn’t feeling well and didn’t go. Luckily, I let the rest of the gang talk me into it.

We were pretty straight-laced kids–didn’t drink or do drugs or get into any trouble–but we were high-spirited and were jokingly “trash-talking” the students from the other school about how badly our team would beat theirs, etc.

With 2 minutes left, and our school down 21 points, we figured we’d better make a graceful–and early–exit. I was somewhat of a smart-mouth (I know you all are so shocked!) and I just HAD to say one more thing to the next person I saw that was obviously from the other school. And as we were crossing the parking lot, there was my future hubby, wearing a cap with his school’s logo. So I made some sort of remark about how his team had just been lucky, etc…and the rest is history. We dated through the rest of our senior year and all through college, and married about a year after graduation. We were married almost 17 years until his death 9 years ago.

About 3 1/2 years ago, I was at a bar listening to an awesome band. The lead guitarist came up to me after they were through and started talking to me. He asked me to come back next week, when they would be playing again. So, I did come back–only to find that the owner of the bar hadn’t liked their music and had fired them! The band didn’t have a web site, and I only knew the guitarist’s first name and that he had the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen.

Forward to February 2008…I went back to that same bar because there was a new band playing. Watching them set up, I thought to myself ‘that sorta looks like the guy I met a few years ago.’ When he turned around and smiled that incredible smile, that was it–I knew I had found him again! He came over to the bar for a diet Coke and saw me and immediately recognized me as well (although he had forgotten my name!)

We were inseparable from then on, and he gave me an engagement ring for Christmas 2008. We would have been married this spring, but he passed away in August 2009.

Miz
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What a great story — and such a sad ending. Thank you for sharing it.
 
I already said I met my husband when we were still kids and he was a friend of my brother. We were just friends until HS, when he was a football player and VERY cute! But he was already dating someone (he was very popular and I was not at all). I am 5 months older than he is, so I was a year ahead of him. He started to hang out at my locker. Then he would tell me his GF got jealous of our friendship. I basically told him to get lost if he wasn’t “man enough” to tell her we were only friends.

After several days that I didn’t see him, he suddenly showed up at my locker again. I asked him what his GF would say, and he said, “Oh…her…we aren’t going steady anymore.”

😃

We have never been apart from that day on! We dated for two years and five months and got married two weeks after his graduation from HS. (1972) He was working for the local phone company and made $2.15 per hour — I was a phlebotomist and made $1.65 an hour.

Our first child was born six years later and a son 16 months after her. We all converted to the Catholic Church five years later. On our 25th Wedding Anniversary, we had a renewal of our vows and consecration of our marriage in the Church. We plan to celebrate our 40th anniversary (in 2012) by going to London, England to see the Olympics! 👍
 
A lot of good stories here 👍

Mine’s gonna be rather long 😊

I met my bf at our college dining commons aka DC. I was in an oversized tshirt, shapeless jeans, a backwards anime cap, and reading a manga while eating lunch. Basically, I was NOT looking my best–having missed my morning shower and not yet having gone back to my dorm to do so–and I was lookin like a total nerd. I wear glasses too 😛

Anyway, so there I am, in all my loner/nerd/tomboy glory at a small two person table, when S comes up to me and says “Hi, can I sit here?” I look at him like he’s crazy and say “fine, sure” and we start talking about anime and manga, more enthusiastically on his part, since I am an introverted person and didn’t know how to talk to this guy, who came up outta no where. I’m also terrible with names and faces, so I tried to imprint his necklace in my brain so if I saw it again I’d knew it was him, lol.

I saw him a couple more times after that at the DC, and said hi, having remembered his necklace and not his name. 😊 We’d exchanged AIM but I didn’t really go on it, and I didn’t think he was my type, so I never considered a relationship with him. Summer went by and I began dating J, and I started talking to S on AIM, and he told me he was sorry he didn’t ask me out sooner. I laughed it off. We started writing an RP tho, and I was VERY careful to not let my character show any liking for his, because I didn’t want him to get ideas. After about half a year, I knew J wasn’t good for me, and I was miserable–even though I was hanging out with S a lil more, I still never considered him as a possible bf.

I broke up with J and didn’t want to deal with any more guys. But S stuck around, and was NEVER pushy or anything, not when I was in a relationship, and not when I’d left it. About 5 months later, I went to see him at the battle of the bands on campus–he was playing/bbqing–and I decided maybe yea, okay, we could try it. We decided to court (lol, I’d told him I was Catholic and planned on marrying one someday, so there was no point in going out otherwise) and he wasn’t very sure about it, having not been very religious, but decided it couldn’t hurt to learn the faith, since it wasn’t like I was asking him to do something immoral or the like. I told him that ultimately, he had to do it of his own will, not because of me or anything I said.

Later that year, we decided to be official, and he went into RCIA, and I was his sponsor, which was very awesome. We finished our RP too 😃

It’ll be 3 years this month of dating, and we’re planning on getting married when he’s done with grad school, so in about a year and a half. 😛 😊

And I still get twitterpated when he texts 😃
 
We met online, at CatholicMatch.com! Emailed for a month, then started talking on the phone, then met. He was on the other side of the state, but after 4 months of conversation and long distance meetings, he moved to my side, and 2 months later we got engaged. We’ve been married nearly 2 years now. 🙂
 

I wrote this as as our story in October 2007:​

Ever since Christmas 1967, my eyes have been looking northward. On that Christmas day, in the town of Latrobe Pennsylvania in the USA, home to the Banana Split and Mister Rogers no less, on that Christmas day, my parents gave me a shortwave radio. I remember extending the whip antenna, it extended about a yard in those pre-metric days, flicking a switch, and turning a dial. Soon, amidst the ethereal static, I heard a signal come to life as a transmitter was switched on. A voice came through loud and clear, “This is Radio Canada International broadcasting from Montreal Quebec Canada”, followed by the first four notes of ‘O Canada!’ played on the piano.

These two events, getting the radio and hearing Radio Canada International, formed two thirds of a trinity of love. I grew to love radio and I grew to love Canada, albeit from afar. Combining the two, I would lay in bed at night tuning into CKLW in Windsor and CHUM in Toronto. And then it happened. Or should I say, they happened. Girls! The challenge to my other two loves. Now I would lay in bed at night, listening to CKLW or CHUM, wishing that I had a girlfriend. Wishing in fact, that I had a Canadian girlfriend. Wishing that this was not too much to even ask for.

Eventually my first love grew to fullness and I spent time as a deejay on some local AM stations while attending college. I then had a chance to travel to Montreal. But the triple play, of having a girlfriend, remained unrequited. I was far too shy to say the words inside of me to any girl.

Eventually I did marry, but that was ill fated. She didn’t like Canada. However, like that great magnet of which k d lang sings, the one that pulls all things toward true, eventually I was rewarded with a contract to maintain some computer systems for a small chain of grocery stores between Sudbury and North Bay. After that contract ended, I traveled from Pittsburgh to Sudbury every 3 months or so, to stay in touch with my inner-Canadian. I didn’t do anything special. I’d go to Canadian Tire to see what was new, sit and have a double-double at Tim Hortons. I traveled the length and breadth of my great neighbour to the north, from St Johns Newfoundland to Tofino BC. I even traveled up to Churchill Manitoba, where I wished upon the Northern Lights, that somehow my love would find me and that I would her. As I crossed the land by train, I’d sit and write stories about us in my diary. Stories about rubbing Timothy Eaton’s foot in the store in Winnipeg for luck in finding each other. Stories about a chance encounter that leads to love in a Laundromat in Sudbury.

It was on a Sunday evening in 2005 that the draw northward re-asserted itself. I was looking for an online pen pal. Looking through the listings for Canada, I made a choice, typed out an email to woman who posted her email address, and clicked send. I then sat there cursing myself saying ‘You fool. Why are you going to put yourself through such heartache? You’ll never find anyone.’

Much to my surprise, I found a reply the next morning. Actually, two replies. Both from a woman named Debbie from BC. These two replied grew to thrice-daily emails, which grew to phone calls, which grew to me sending, in true deejay fashion, a song from my record collection everyday. Then, that November, from somewhere in Maritimes, Halifax, I think, those 3 words were said by me. Yes, those words that make one’s heart pound and brow sweat. The words “I love you”.

As the new year of 2006 prepared to arrive in Pittsburgh, I found myself standing in the airport awaiting arrival of a flight from Vancouver. Wondering how we’d recognise each other among the crowds, we agreed that I stand there holding a Coffee Crisp bar. Not too many people in Pittsburgh even know what one is, let alone had one tucked away for an emergency transfusion of Canadian-ness.

By April, Debbie had pulled up roots and settled in southern Ontario. An easy three and a half hour drive was all that separated us. It was a journey that I happily made every weekend. The oil companies are happy too. Now I was a Canadian, at least for the weekends. And now, Debbie, was my fiancée. At Easter time Debbie became a Catholic.

This year and a half of weekend visits gave us time to plan our next move. Me becoming a citizen of the land I truly love, possibly even a deejay on some small town Canadian radio station, is still a plan for 5 years or so out. Right now we have a wedding to think about. With that is a return to Montreal next week (November 2007) , to the US Consulate to get Debbie’s visa, allowing her to come to the USA to marry me. The flick of a switch sending me a voice from Montreal, lead to the click of mouse almost forty years later that takes us there to complete the triangle.
It is now 2 1/2 years later. Immigration and things being things, we had annulments to go through: forums.catholic-questions.org/showthread.php?t=411012 yet had a civil ceremony and have remained chaste during this time of hope and longing. Tonight we meet with our parish priest for instructions as we prepare to have our marriage convalidated.

I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else

God bless

Tony
 
At church!

He was the altar boy and I was a reader. I had had a crush on him for years. One day, after coming back from a month long retreat in California, we had a mini retreat in our parish. We were asked, the youth, to come and show what we had learned at the retreat. He was flirting with me 😊 and yes, I flirted back, but that was about it, we didnt talk it was distance flirting. Later a friend found out I had a crush on him, I needed and escort for a debutant ball, and my friend asked my husband if he wanted to escort me. I figured he would say no cause he didnt know me, but he said yes. He escorted me, we went out on a date the next weekend and well we dated for 2 years and got married in 97. We now have 4 girls…and so far its been great! You cant argue with the best matchmaker of them all…GOD!
 
In college, about a week into our freshman year. We both would arrive to breakfast 15 minutes before the kitchen opened … him because he is a morning person, me because I’m always hungry. 😉 I thought he was really weird, but I decided to be nice to him out of charity.

Predictably, by the end of the semester, I was crazy about him. Took me another year to convince him to get on board. 😉 And then we didn’t get married till a year after graduation – so we have 6 years of history and less than 1 year of marriage. I knew what I was getting into when I said “I do”! Only, I couldn’t have imagined how great he’d do at the whole husband gig. So far he’s rocking fatherhood too! 🙂
 
I was of a very adventurous spirit after graduating HS and wanted to see the world, so I joined the Air Force. While stationed in New York, I met my future husband while walking across the yard in front of my dormitory. He was older, but very cute and built, so I allowed him to approach me and talk to me. The choirs of angels sang and the little cherub shot his arrow through both of our hearts simultaneously. It was love at first sight for us both.
Although requirements of the military led to many separations for the next 15 years while raising a family, I never regretted marrying my special guy in uniform. We’re going on 25 years and I think we are finally getting the hang of this marriage thing.
 
My wife and I met at a singles dance. Iwas “forced” to come by a friend who was sick of my wine over being alone. She came to talke with a friend and to blow off steam after an argument with the guy she was dating at the time. I saw her come in and talke with her friend (who a sort of knew) anf go sit down at some tables near the dance floor. I flollowed like a lost puppy dog. After a few minutes she got up and asked me to dance. My brain said (I don’t know how) and my mouth said “Sure”. I left with her phone number and her asking me to call sometime and go out together.
We were engaged about 15 months later and have been married for 17 years.🙂
 
We met at church, while setting up for a haunted house. He was up on a piece of scaffolding and someone said something that ended up being a really lame joke - and I beat him to the punchline 😃

We started dating a few months later…a mutual friend kinda set us up at a party.

We’re getting married next spring :extrahappy:
 
I was working a temp job as a data entry clerk. A few weeks into it I was invited to go to Bennigan’s with a group of people for a farewell lunch for one of the employees. I ended up sitting next to a pretty woman who asked me if I would like to split an order of deep fried mushrooms.

Now I didn’t particularly care for deep fried mushrooms, but I was smart enough to know that when a pretty woman asks you to split an order, the correct answer is “yes.” That was in 1994. We’ve been married 12 1/2 years now.

Every now and then we still split fried mushrooms. Turns out I really do like them. 😃
 
we met online, via a Yahoo web club called Harry Potter for Grown-Ups 😃
 
My husband and I met because we were both seeking God’s will.
He had been considering whether God was calling him to the priesthood or to vocation of marriage. So, he stopped waiting for a direct revelation from God and made enquiries, found a good seminary in a good diocese, was accepted there and began his studies along with a couple of my friends from our youth group who had also shifted interstate.
Meanwhile, I had been considering whether God was calling me to religious life, so I made lots of enquiries and came to stay for a few weeks at a convent which was also in that diocese. While I was there, I naturally called by to visit my friends. So, I met my future husband at the seminary (very briefly).
I ended up returning to that convent as a postulant for the better part of the year. When it became clear that it was not my vocation to be there, I made further enquiries and visits to other convents, but stayed in the diocese as a youth worker.
A year and a half into his studies, it became clear to my husband, in consultation with his very good bishop that it was not his vocation to be a priest. He returned home for a while, before seeking a job back in the diocese.
We first really talked on a 4 day camping and hiking trip through the mountains that he organised for the young adults. I fell heavily and twisted my ankle early on the second day. He saved numerous souls from purgatory by carrying my pack, in addition to his own. At lunch he came and talked to me while I immersed my ankle in the icy river.
Nearly two years later, we were back there on our honeymoon. He had to carry my pack again as we were cross country skiing this time and, due to my inexperience (I had only ever skiied for one day a year earlier), I kept falling and couldn’t get up under the weight of the pack. We camped out in a blizzard. It was freezing, but gloriously beautiful.
It’s a bit like an analogy of our marriage. There have been gloriously beautiful times, but it’s taken a lot of hard work, sacrifice (offering it up for the Holy Souls) to enjoy those times.
The time that each of us spent testing our vocations was certainly not wasted. We each learnt so much about our faith, about ourselves, about what God wants of us, about prayer, about the Church’s teaching and about the Church’s treasury of beautiful music. This has enriched our marriage and family life immeasurably. In fact, I would suggest that it wouldn’t be a bad idea for many young men and women to spend some time at a convent or seminary discerning their vocations.
There’s another thing I’ve noticed about men who study at good seminaries. They come out stronger in faith and ready to be good Fathers - whether that is as a priest or a husband. The ones who didn’t have a vocation to the priesthood have then got married within two years to lovely Catholic girls. They’re not dilly dallying any more wondering what God wants of them.
There have been so many beautiful stories on here and so many more inspiring stories that could be told of how God’s love is made manifest when we enter into our vocations.
 
In college. I was in a fraternity and my wife was in a women-only nursing school nearby. She was chosen as the “social committee chairwoman” and was looking for activities. They actually looked us up in the phone book, called us, and made an appointment. We invited them to our social events. They came as a group and returned as a group (strict curfew).

We dated and married 2 years later. That was almost 32 years ago.
 
MissyMay said:
How did you meet your significant other? Have any funny or cute stories on how you met your spouse or boyfriend or girlfriend?
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Met at university, started talking, getting to know each other, and now together.
 
Through out our lives our paths crossed many times but we never met. Finally in our mid 40s after both going thru very sad, painful divorces our paths crossed & this time we saw each other :love: We have found love again and its wonderful. Even tho we had to go thru the annulment process I’m so glad we did. Our Church is a wise mother & the entire process was so healing & brought us so much closer to our faith. We were married in the Church 10/3/08 and we are still on our honeymoon!!:extrahappy:
 
Reyna58 said:
Through out our lives our paths crossed many times but we never met. Finally in our mid 40s after both going thru very sad, painful divorces our paths crossed & this time we saw each other :love: We have found love again and its wonderful. Even tho we had to go thru the annulment process I’m so glad we did. Our Church is a wise mother & the entire process was so healing & brought us so much closer to our faith. We were married in the Church 10/3/08 and we are still on our honeymoon!!:extrahappy:
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