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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:cool:) 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):shocked:, 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.:crazy:

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.:crazy::blushed:

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.:tongue::crazy::blushed:

We were married after only one formal date. A date that occurred after we were engaged.:happy:

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.:crazy: Somethings never change.:tongue:

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. :crazy:

Ok, that's enough from me. What's your story?:cool:
 

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wow an ENFP huh?? there seems to be a lot of opposite-personality type relationships on PC


I met my ISTP boyfriend at school- we were in the same statistics class. it was kind of like a love-at-first-sight thing, though I did make him do a lot of chasing... he'll never know that though :tongue:
 

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That is a lovely story Niss. Nothing like that happened to me when i was 21, and I have had a series of relationships that all ended for one reason or another.

Over the last year, I have found dating websites (match etc) to be very good for meeting potential girlfriends. I am quite a strong ISTJ, having very low/ virtually nonexistent N and F qualities means that I often miss the subtle signs of interest from the opposite sex, so internet dating works well for me.

Oh, and the Fiat 124 Spider is a lovely looking car! But then I am a bit of a classic car fan.
 

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That is a lovely story Niss. Nothing like that happened to me when i was 21, and I have had a series of relationships that all ended for one reason or another.

Over the last year, I have found dating websites (match etc) to be very good for meeting potential girlfriends. I am quite a strong ISTJ, having very low/ virtually nonexistent N and F qualities means that I often miss the subtle signs of interest from the opposite sex, so internet dating works well for me.

Oh, and the Fiat 124 Spider is a lovely looking car! But then I am a bit of a classic car fan.
You should post a few pictures of your projects. I would like to see them. Then again, I bleed 10w30. :)
 

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Well, you'll probably be able to guess where this story begins...

Two years ago, I went to the first fencing practice of the year. The coach (ooh yeah :cool: ) was very interesting. He was young (24 at the time), talented, intelligent and aloof. Soon however, aloof seemed arrogant and condescending (INTJ). I couldn't stand being around him. In the words of Elizabeth Bennet, "I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine." About this time, my best friend mentions that she thinks he and I would be a good match. I was horrified and denied vehemently the possibility of such a pair. And yet, over the next few weeks, I couldn't help but notice, perhaps what I had taken for conceit and pride wasn't all there was to him. Besides that, in an odd turn of events, I began to be attracted to his self-confidence.

By the end of the year, there was no denying I was extremely attracted to him. This past year was spent painstakingly exchanging subtleties. I'm not one to go out on limb emotionally. My bfff and I analyzed and attempted to interpret everything-- within reason, and I bounced numerous theories off her. I spent months not being able to tell what exactly he thought of me, it was terrible. If only I knew! Even if it was not what I wanted to hear, just to finally know would have been enough! I started to be a little bit more obvious second semester, and things were really looking good.

It turns out just about everybody in the club was convinced he liked me, I was still not completely convinced. Truthfully, I knew all the facts pointed to their conclusion, but I didn't want to believe it too soon. It's not something many people around me know, but a few years ago I was hurt very badly and it took nearly three years for me to fully recover. It was a completely private affair and nobody saw any of my pain. But I digress... I just knew I was not prepared to take another blow like that.

Fast forward to the last fencing party of the year, 3 days before I leave for home. For various reasons, it would have been wiser to wait until this fall for us to establish anything, but I couldn't bear the though of a summer spent wondering. Enough was enough. I took us off somewhere alone outside and one thing leads to another, and we're in a relationship. My first kiss was more like... first make out. :crazy:

It's been lame to spend our first month together, well, not together, but we talk online very frequently and it's interesting to get to know my Mr. Darcy on a different level. I had the last couple of Saturdays off of work (including last night) and he came down to visit me both weekends and we went hiking and to dinner and last night, laid beneath the stars on the parkway. I'm starting to think he likes me. :wink:
 

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It's been lame to spend our first month together, well, not together, but we talk online very frequently and it's interesting to get to know my Mr. Darcy on a different level. I had the last couple of Saturdays off of work (including last night) and he came down to visit me both weekends and we went hiking and to dinner and last night, laid beneath the stars on the parkway. I'm starting to think he likes me. :wink:
That's such a neat story! I'm glad you shared it.:happy:

I sometimes grab SWMBO and smother her with kisses, saying Mrs. ______, Mrs. ______, Mrs. ______, while using the same tone of voice he used in Pride and Prejudice. Of course she laughs and pulls away---it's all in good fun.:happy:
 

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I hate that I have not replied sooner, but my youngest daughter was hospitalized recently and I'm just now getting caught up on things. My story will be posted soon!
 

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Your story is sooooo sweet Niss!!!! Have you two been married for a while now?
I'll show my other side now. :wink:

We have been married for 25 years. And it feels like four minutes....































....under water! :crazy::wink::laughing:


When I tell this joke in SWMBOs presence, I always get slapped! Yes we've been married for 25 years and I wouldn't trade her for the world. Seriously.:happy:
 

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I hate that I have not replied sooner, but my youngest daughter was hospitalized recently and I'm just now getting caught up on things. My story will be posted soon!

I am sorry to hear about your daughter. I hope she is better now.
 

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I am sorry to hear about your daughter. I hope she is better now.
She's fine now, thanks! She had some asthma-related breathing problems and had to have a few rounds of steroids but she's back to her old self. She asked if she could have macaroni and cheese for breakfast like she did in the hospital and was very disappointed when I told her no. :laughing:

Here's my story:
I grew up in a mid-sized town in Texas, just a few miles south of the Oklahoma border. I graduated high school in May, 1998. I received a computer as a graduation gift from my parents. My folks weren't that keen on technology: their computer was purchased in 1994 and was used primarily as a Solitaire machine. So this gift was big: new monitor, modem, and a processor that could run both Solitaire and MS paint at the same time (awesome, right?!). The best part was a subscription to AOL!

One day in early June, a friend of mine was coming over to help me with a project but got hung up with a client and was running late. So, as I was killing time I AOL searched (pre-Google) one of my favorite verses (Jeremiah 29:11) and came upon a personal website. It was made by a 20 year old guy who lived in Illinois. He was a computer science major at a private university in downstate Illinois. His minor was in multi-media design and the website he had created was an assignment from the previous semester. It outlined his personal beliefs, goals and interests. I sent an email that complemented his design, made a joke about about being in band (we're both band nerds) and that my search had led me to his site. I thought nothing of it and never ever expected a reply from him.

The next morning, I wake up to hear “You've got mail!” It was a reply from that guy in Illinois. As it turns out, his best friend (who would eventually be best man at our wedding) had dared him to write me back. “What's the worst that could happen?” he challenged Brad. Little did he know...

We were essentially pen-pals. We exchanged emails that were light and witty. He was wickedly funny and extremely smart. And God bless him, he thought the same of me. Over the months we slowly learned more about each other: favorite foods, music, books, movies. (I should note here that I had ended a two-year relationship with my high school boyfriend a few days after graduation. He had cheated on me and I was deeply hurt, so I was not interested in starting a relationship with anyone in any capacity- virtually or in “real life”.) We eventually progressed into deeper discussions and discovered that we shared the same values, morals, faith and goals. When we exchanged pictures, I was pleasantly surprised to find him very attractive. And God bless him, he thought the same of me. In mid-September, he asked me for my phone number and set up a “date”: Wednesday, September 16 at 8:00 pm.

When I heard his voice on the other end that night, I was done for.

We each asked our parents if he could come visit during the last part of Christmas vacation. To our delight, they both agreed. We both wondered if we would get along as well in real life as we did virtually. Needless to say, we were nervous.

The morning of January 2, 1999 had finally arrived. I was dizzy with excitement and almost ill with nerves. I was so worked up I had forgotten to put on deodorant that morning. My mom and I had to stop in a tiny town on the way to DFW so I could by some Secret!

I nervously paced at his gate, waiting anxiously for the door to the walkway to open. He was going to be wearing a black leather coat, a red long-sleeved polo and jeans. There! Black leather coat. Red long-sleeved polo. Jeans. Wait... that's a 40 year old man. He had lied to me?!? To my great relief, the man rushed past me, intent on getting to baggage claim ahead of the other passengers. Then I saw a handsome face, broad smile and shy, but sincere, eyes. It was Brad. He enveloped me in a great big bear hug and excitedly said hello. I was glad he was holding me because my knees surely would have buckled in that moment.

That week flew by and we became official. We courted long-distance, calling everyday and visiting each other over school vacations. I wrote him mushy love notes. He sang to me. It wasn't always easy, but it was worth it. When he visited during the summer of 2000, he flew into Oklahoma City (my hometown is practically equidistant to both OKC and DFW). He said he had an errand to run and asked if he could drive. When he pulled up to the city's botanical gardens, there was a gleam in his eye. I knew what was coming because I had inadvertently overheard my mom comforting my dad over the loss of his “little girl.” We both walked around with goofy grins plastered on our faces. He finally found a secluded, romantic bench. When he started his proposal, his hands were shaking like they had when we first met at the airport.

Well, preparations began for the wedding and our life together. Brad accepted a position with Caterpillar in mid-April. He graduated in mid-May 2001. (I was finishing up my junior year.) We were in escrow with our first house by the end of May. The wedding was July 2001. I moved 800 miles away from everyone and everything I had ever known. I had a very, very difficult time. As an unexpected surprise, we were pregnant by March 2002. That wasn't exactly in our plans, but our ways are not God's ways, are they? (A side note here: A girl who spends half of her life looking for her car keys should not rely on birth control that has to be taken at the same time everyday.)

I never fully adjusted to living in the Midwest. It was a culture shock at almost every turn. I started feeling depressed during the winter of 2001. The depression lifted until January 2002, two months after giving birth to our oldest daughter. I was diagnosed with post-partum depression and prescribed anti-depressants. They helped but I never really got back to my “old self.” Under the direction of my obstetrician, I discontinued the anti-depressants during my second pregnancy. Our son was born in May of 2005 and that fall I sank into a very dark depression. I was prescribed a different anti-depressant in hope that it would work better than the previous one. It didn't. Some anti-depressants can cause mania in young adults. This particular one did in me. My husband had to single handedly run the house, do the shopping, take care of the kids, go to work, pay the bills while I laid in bed fighting with the thoughts in my head. I became suicidal (and had planned my “escape” down to the smallest details, including which pills I would ingest, deciding which cup to use). Fortunately, my counselor saw the warning signs and rescued me. She commended my husband for all he had done and together came up with a plan to help me recover. A lesser man would have walked away. It would have been easy for him to take the kids and walk. But he didn't. He stayed. He fought. I owe him my life.

During my sixth Midwestern winter, we had a snowstorm one night that dumped over 13 inches of snow. We had to dig out our cars which were stored in a garage with a 30 yard driveway. The snow was so heavy, it rendered our snow blower useless. It took both of us four hours to finish clearing the driveway. During those four hours, we had to tend to our two children, help dig out an ambulance that had gotten stuck in a snow drift, and Brad injured his back. That night, as we sat exhausted and in pain, I half-jokingly told him that the kids and I were going back to Texas. He was more than welcome to join us, but I was done. D-O-N-E. My most compelling argument was that while it's hot in Texas, you don't have to shovel heat.

Fortunately for me, he agreed to move. And I am forever grateful.

We now live in a Dallas suburb and Brad has a great career with a defense contractor. He's said that while he misses his folks, he's glad he took the risk to move. He's doing things he never dreamed of (career-wise) and getting the girl back that he married. (“The sparkle is back in your eyes and your laugh!”)

We're in the throes of daily life now. He doesn't sing to me anymore and I can't remember the last time I wrote him a mushy love letter. Our conversations comprise mostly of kids, errands, chores, home improvements and the like. But such is life. There's no one else I'd rather be mired in the trenches with than him.

So, that's a little bit more than how I met my SO, but I really enjoyed writing it. I'm going to go fix him his favorite dinner and write him a little love note. <3

(I haven't really proof-read this, so I'll be back to make corrections later.)

I have attached a picture of him singing to me at our wedding! One of my favorites. :proud:
 

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@lbrb--

What a great story! Brad sounds like such a great guy. Wow. Thanks for sharing.

(Love the picture, BTW):happy:
 
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Awww..........again, who knew you all could be SO darned sweet? :laughing:
Now, don't go getting all mushy if you are going to lead the ISTJ army. General Petraeus would not approve.:laughing:
 
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