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Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Today's Writing Prompt: Our Story
Tell us the story in just one minute of how you met your significant other - or your best friend.
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Ah! This is such a interesting prompt.
I would choose my better half here.
We met at my home when he came to "see" me.
Ours is an arranged marriage (which is very common in India.)
Earlier, I was afraid of this concept but the moment I saw him, I forgot my inhibitions and smiled.
We spend some time together. It was like the magical love at first sight. Might seem funny to some. But "first sight love" is like your religious belief. You either believe it or you don't.
As we learnt about each other, we realised that the fullsome look on the first sight really meant something.
It's 2 and half a half happy months of togetherness today.
How I met my best friend. She was my daughter's teacher for 4th and 6th grade. Now that I am a teacher too, we have lots to discuss and work on. Best part is that we are very similiar to each other. We can hang out and do nothing and have a good time.
I can do it in 2 words - Psychology class!
It was freshman year, first semester, and I plopped down in front of this super cute boy, offered a bubbly "hi" and was completly oblivious to his amusement (aka - laughing at me).
But he thought it was cute, and, well, we were in a small private college, so we were thrown together a lot (especially once we made mutual friends).
And while he was a football player (somebody I'd never thought I'd date) and studying to be a pastor (a person I would never marry), we ended up married anyway!
We were both playing volleyball with others from our church.
And if he could love me after seeing my (lack of) volleyball skills, I guess it was meant to be!
Bill was playing lead guitar when I walked into his apartment with friends. I was amazed at his talent. He put down his guitar and welcomed me right in. He made us all a spaghetti dinner; we all sat around eating and talking. He was very sweet.
I gardened and baked bread and traveled...he played guitar and wrote songs about baking bread and traveling together and love... we raised three boys and saw four grandchildren into the world. He died of cancer in 2010...but through his love, children, grandchildren and music he will always be with us.
Link to entry :) http://paul-kohler.net/?p=308
I met my wife through a mutual friend. Actually, I had a guy friend and my wife was friends with his sister. We all got together for a birthday party and I knew she was the one from the first minute. It only took me 2 weeks to actually ask her out though. Being young and nervous about girls was my problem. Now, 20 years later, I feel the slight hesitation was me simply planning the rest of my life subconsciously.
He stuck a gun in my face and asked me for money. For the next twenty years he frequently regretted not learning of the danger of firearms earlier in life.
Still homeless four months after Hurricane Ivan destroyed my beach condo, I decided to buy a boat and live in a marina. Thirty days later the marina diver serviced my boat, then told me the bad news, "The strut is broken, probably from the propeller hitting bottom at low tide." Overwhelmed, I burst into tears right there on the dock. The diver felt so bad for me, he asked me out on a date two weeks later. Our 8-year anniversary is this Sunday, March 17th.
I was working "downstate" for the summer. I became friends with several girls from the Upper Peninsula. I had not known there was a U.P. until those girls filled me in on the geography of Michigan. I was invited to a wedding in the small town they were from. I met a boy. He was so cute and so happy a person. We had a fun weekend but I left to go home thinking I would never see him again. But he called the next weekend. We started a long distance relationship that has lasted 44 years since that August wedding we both attended.
Oh, I found out years later that he had told his Mother, " I met the girl I'm going to marry last night."
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