I thought it might be interesting to tell a little bit about how each of us met our significant other. For some of us, that will be a recent memory, but for others it may take a little longer trip down memory lane. Feel free to share as much or as little as you feel comfortable sharing.
I met SWMBO when I was 21 and she was 17. I had been deeply hurt in a prior relationship and had taken two years off from any type of romantic interaction with girls while I was recovering from this failed relationship. So I met SWMBO near the end of this two year period when I visited my old church where she was now attending.
I was tired of auto repair at this time, and was looking for a job. SWMBO's dad (The Preacher--he's a lay preacher) was hiring, so I hit him up for a job. That worked out, so I started working for him.
So while I'm working for The Preacher (yeah I married the bosses' daughter), he asked me to fix her car. Her brother (The Terrorist) was irresponsible when it comes to mechanical devices and he had borrowed her car to visit some girl and managed to burn up the engine on the trip. So, even against my better judgment, I agreed to fix her lime green Fiat 124 Spyder. Remember that she is an ENFP and purchases items on their cute value, not their practicality.
So I'm working on her car on weekends and evenings. A car that has limited parts availability since it is no longer sold in this country. It's taking a while, and she and I have had this topic of interest to discuss (her car) and we are seeing each other regularly at church (I've started attending my old church again) and when she comes by The Preacher's job site (construction). The conversations naturally branch out and we become friends.
Her mom, SWAB (She Without A Brain), was tired of taking SWMBO to work, so The Preacher asked me to help out with the logistics. So SWMBO and I found ourselves on these 20 minute jaunts morning and evening sharing rides to and from work. It became a great way to get to really know each other.
After about three months of this, we were deeply connected and felt we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. I popped the question and SWMBO said yes. Fireworks ensued and life was wonderful. No, we had not even kissed or held hands at this point.
Then we told The Preacher and SWAB. Now the fireworks were for real.
First The Preacher was in high dudgeon that some low life hired hand was impertinently daring to ask for his esteemed daughter's hand in marriage. Since The Preacher was so offended and against the idea, that meant that SWAB was automatically for it. After a few days, The Preacher came around, which of course then meant that SWAB was now against us getting married. Interesting relationship that The Preacher and SWAB had.
It was during this time that I learned how to properly focus on a kiss. While driving. Mr. Einstein was right. I have the ticket to prove it.
SWAB ended up pushing buttons and trying the control thing, which just doesn't work with this ISTJ. So I married SWMBO the day after she turned 18.
We were married after only one formal date. A date that occurred after we were engaged.
The Preacher is now cool with me and has told me that he wished all of his daughter's would marry as well as SWMBO. This of course means that SWAB still is against the marriage. Somethings never change.
The Fiat? Well I fixed it and we sold it after we were married. Our marriage is possibly the only good thing to ever come from owning a Fiat.
Ok, that's enough from me. What's your story?