So...how did you two meet?

[trof]

A matchmaker did it for us.

1968 - Summer
I am 27 and a good looking <blush> fighter pilot cutting a wide swath amongst the female populace of Birmingham and it's suburbs. (We studly fighter pilots were allowed, nay OBLIGATED, to do that sort of thing back then.) I drive a way-cool British Racing Green MG-B convertible, wire wheels, knock-off hubs. The lily has been gilded.

SHE is 24, and a rising young career woman on the fast track with Revlon. Bright, blonde, beautiful, and dangerous (for me). She comes equipped with a good salary, a company car, and an Air-Travel card.

MARRIANNE is our mutual friend. She is the wife of one of my squadron-mates. She tells me about this terrific friend of hers and wants to introduce us. I say no thanks. I do not do blind dates. I have all I can handle (and then some) already.
She tells her friend about this terrific guy she knows. She would like to introduce them. The friend says no thanks. She does not do blind dates. She barely has time to go out with the guys she knows. Impasse.

I work out of town and come back each week-end to fly in my guard unit. My mother died recently and my grandmother moved away to live with her son. There is no longer a family home here. I can't afford motels every week-end I come up, so (unless I've made a better deal ;-)) I usually crash on Marrianne's sofa-bed.

THE DAY - I get to Marrianne's after flying Saturday morning and afternoon. I have on my sweaty flying suit with the white salt stains under the arms. I am somewhat "fragrant" (but still VERY cool).
Marriane hands me a beer.
"I need a favor. I'm supposed to pick somebody up at the airport and my car's in the shop. Can you go?"
I later learn that her car, in fact, is parked in the alley behind the apartment complex.
"Just take my car."
"I can't drive a straight shift."
I later learn that she can operate a stick as well as anyone on the Formula 1 circuit.
"OK, I'll go. What's your friend look like?" I get up to leave.
"You can't go like THAT!"
"Why not?"
"We might stop for a drink on the way home. Go take a shower and put a suit on."
I keep a small wardrobe of civvies at Marrianne's. I shower and suit up.

We get to the airport and wait at the gate. The passengers begin to file through the door. Did I mention that Marrianne is a very small person? About 5'1", in HEELS yet. I am 6'3". She is standing behind me. As was described to me months later: "I came through the door and there was Marrianne, jumping up and down behind you, pointing at you, and mouthing 'THIS IS HIM! THIS IS HIM!'. All I could see was her head bobbing up and down."
It still had not dawned on me that this is THE friend.

Marrianne told me later, over dinner, and I forgave her. The three of us had met her husband at a local spot. I drank Martinis...several. We ate, I'm pretty sure, although during that era I did sometimes subscribe to the "eatin's cheatin" school. We had Stingers after dinner. They really should be outlawed.

I woke up the next morning on the future Miz t.'s living room floor, with no idea how I had come to be there. I believe I moved in the next day, but that could be an exaggeration, timewise. We were married the following April.
God Bless you Marrianne, wherever you are.

What's your story?

[THUNDER HANDS]

1. well, right now

Me and my left hand met in the womb, it was love at first sight. :D

[JohnKleeb]

2. thats so romantic

;)
umm I havent met her yet :(.

[northzax]

3. well, in 1996

I had a St. Paddy's day party (it was a sunday, so we started before noon, college you know) and in walks this girl from downstairs. and we, that was it. we took a break, moved to different coasts, and that didn't take either, so here we are.

[Sir_Shrek]

4. Me and my girl...

I was dating her roommate.

[Screaming Lord Byron]

5. I met my wife on a bus going home from a Mercury Rev show

in Bellingham, WA.

[LuLu550]

6. In bar

we got married, it didn't work out...I should have known!

[Padraig18]

7. A mutual friend introduced us.

Tony was just back from the Army, and his friend knew I was single, so she 'fixed us up'. It was "Zing!" from the very first date--- I fell into those emerald-green eyes and never emerged. :)

[trof]

8. This topic

always brings out some good stories.

[GOPisEvil]

9. Yours was great.

Maybe next time we do this thread, I can have an answer. :eyes:

[trof]

10. I'm wondering now, whether to send this to our daughter.

She knows the generalities, but not the specifics.
She's 32, so I guess she could handle it.

[GOPisEvil]

11. I know my parents met at the NCO Club, Fuchu Air Station, Japan.

Dad moonlighted as a bartender. Mom worked there doing something or other. :shrug: Anyway, they've been married (carry the one...) 41 years in September, so it worked out well.

Edit - I think your daughter can handle it. ;-)

[trof]

32. An Air Force brat!

;-)

[GOPisEvil]

48. Yup. My litany of residences...

1. Born in Athens. Dad worked on top of Mt. Parnos (sp?). We lived in a little house near Piraeus.
2. Moved to an Army (!!!!) Post @ Fulda, Germany. Dad worked on a mountain again. This time Wasserkuppe.
3. Blytheville AFB, AR.
4. While dad got sent to Alaska, we moved to O'Fallon, IL (Scott AFB). That's near dad's family.
5. Don't shoot him, Chanute him.
6. Hickam. Not bad. ;-)
7. Randolph. Amazingly, we moved 6 times in my first 12 years. Now my parents have been in the same house for 23+ years. :shrug:

[LeftPeopleFinishFirst]

12. wahhh

why do you do this, to make me unhappy? *runs off crying*

[Dogmudgeon]

14. Cheer Up, Li'l Maggie!

Just think -- you'll be 18 years old soon.

And then you'll have me to worry about!

--bkl
The Choice of a Nude Generation

[LeftPeopleFinishFirst]

50. LOL

:D haha, all you DUers will have to watch out! :evilgrin:

[Dogmudgeon]

13. I'm single, you cold-hearted cad!

Times have been tough lately. I've been unemployed, and the women in my town are so whorish! But in my long and experience-rich life, I've had a couple of interesting meeting stories. In retrospect, probably more than my share. So set a while whilst BKL takes a trip back through the bittersweet memories of his life and his loves.

OK, OK, stop laughing or I'll stop right here.

Ahem ...

Cindy: I was at a place waiting for the pre-MTV Hooters to play, and my date had stood me up. I was wearing a flashing-LED headband. Cindy came over and asked me about it, and stuck around all evening. The date ended about three days later. Postmortem: She moved to Florida to lay around on the beach all day and lay around on surfers at night.

Debbie: She arrived at the same party I was at and immediately made eye contact. I reciprocated. She told me, quote, "If you don't **** me right now, I'll kick your ass all the way to New Jersey!" Postmortem: "I was drunk and made a big, big, big mistake!" (Her words, not mine.)

Bridget: Was telling dirty jokes to her friends; she also was wearing pigtails and had a baseball cap on. (This should be taken as a HINT to any female evilDUer who is interested in me.) I remarked that she was being a very bad little girl. She said, "Then why don't you spank me?" and stuck her tongue out at me. So I pulled her across my knee and spanked her in front of about 20 people. Nothing painful, mind you, but afterword, she announced/moaned, "I'm in love!" Postmortem: She preferred spanking to kissing, but even more to the point, she preferred girls to guys. My brother eventually hooked up with her younger sister for about eight years, and nearly got married.

Laura: She was reading through a book called "Sexual Astrology" with some of my friends. "Hey, BKL, what's your sun sign?" So she told me it meant I was sexually crazed. "How about you?" I asked. "Scorpio" she said. "Oh, so you're sexual, and crazed, but not always at the same time." She laughed. I asked her out, she said yes, and dumped two boyfriends for me. Laura was my First Love. (Ain't that cute?) Postmortem: Alcohol.

Laurie: Very pretty and vivacious, and had drawn a crowd of a bunch of desperate men at 1:30 AM after The Impossible Years had played their sets. I said, as a joke, "Hey, babe, why don't you ditch these losers and come back to my place for some hot monkey love?" And to my extreme surprise, she left with me and stayed over. It turned out that she was practically being stalked by two of those guys. Postmortem: She was beautiful, she was hot, she was intelligent, but she was about as crazy as you can get without being sent to the Funny Farm. I think if we had stuck it out, though, we'd have eventually gotten married and had kids and numerous promiscuous affairs and been supporting several therapists.

OK, ya heartless basstid, I'm all bummed out now, are ya happy? Huh?

--bkl

[trof]

16. Well, do what I did.

Go to a bar and get knee-walking and see what happens.
Good string of stories, thanks.

I had a "Laurie" except her name was Deanie (Short for Imodene...whew). Crazy as a Betsy Bug. Sent me a note in a bar in Oklahoma City "Will you marry me? <signed> The Texan in Blue".
This led to a 3 or 4 month relationship before she finally weirded me out.

[Screaming Lord Byron]

20. I had a 'Laurie' who was officially a missing person. Not that I knew that

She'd spend half-an-hour every sunday night talking away on the phone to her dad. It was only when her dad called me looking for her that I found out he hadn't spoken to her for months.

[Dogmudgeon]

25. Laurie (Strange Things Happened)

Actually, Laurie dumped my (not-so-?) sorry ass.

I have a well-developed sense of "nut-dar" and usually have much better relationships with them than with the sane ones ... until it breaks down. "Laura" and "Cindy" also counted as world-class nuts, and they were pretty major relationships for me.

Maybe you noticed that with all the girls I listed, the meeting was definitely compounded by some crazy stuff I was doing, too. It's really been the only thing I've ever found to "work". So knee-walking should do the trick, too.

If it wasn't for the craziness, I would have gladly stuck around with any of the nuts I've been with. They are the ones I remember, even if the break-up came as a relief, as with Laurie. As for the sane ones, it's difficult even remembering some of their names.

It's just a shame that love can cure anything except mental illness (sigh).

--bkl

[trof]

31. knee-walking

We had a few identifiable stages of intoxication back then.
One was knee-walking drunk.
The next was Marine-crawling drunk.
We had this dumb thing we did in the squadron (read "frat").
No matter where we were, could be the fanciest restaurant in town, or a country club, or ANYwhere, if one of the guys hollered "KNEE-WALK!" we all had to drop to our knees and make it to the nearest exit.
I told you it was dumb.

Other stages were "Rich & Famous", "Omnipotent", "Bulletproof", and "Invisible".
"Me and Arlo just sat there and drank ourselves bulletproof."

[Dogmudgeon]

36. Hmmm ... maybe THAT'S my "problem"

I don't drink.

Tried it once, on September 3, 1980. Got sick as eleven dogs. Never touched it since, never missed it.

I also never joined a young men's fraternal organization, probably as a result of that drinking thing. (I also prefer to be the one doing the paddling, as Bridget found out, and it's gotta be hetero, because God told me so :-))

Mind you, I've had nothing against other people drinking. In fact, I'd like to think I have encouraged my ladyfriends' drinking behavior in a positive way.

"If you want to drink, I'll drive."
"OK. Then if you want to sleep with me, I'll take my clothes off."
"Then you've got yourself a deal, my inebriated little sugar dumpling."

But I keed you ...

--bkl

[trof]

38. No, it really was a fighter squadron.

But it felt a lot like a fraternity.
I don't MIND people who don't drink.
I'm very tolerent about that.
I just wouldn't want my daughter to marry one.
hee
;-)

[Dogmudgeon]

41. Not to worry!

I hadn't planned on marrying her anyway.

Not unless she was stark raving crazy. Then I'd just have to convince you otherwise ... Pops.

--bkl
Never joined the service, either. The frat guys got the word out on the street too fast for that.

[felonious thunk]

15. She sent her brother

While sitting in a bar, this guy comes over to me, and starts talking. I didn't know why, but then he points to his sister and said she was interested in meeting me. I laughed it off a bit, because why would she send her brother over? Figuring what the hell, I went and talked to her. Her brother was a bit drunk, and she had simply pointed me out, and that spurred him to come over in an attempt to either do her a favor or make a fool of her. A group of us spent the entire night together and I dropped her off at home at about 4 am. We got married a year later.

[indigo32]

17. I'm dating a gal I met through online personals at the moment

I figured... why not give it a shot... and so far it's going well.

[GOPisEvil]

19. My last few dates originated there too.

Sadly, I've not met with your success. :-(

[indigo32]

22. Their loss, it would seem to me

eom

[GOPisEvil]

23. Thanks. I feel the same way!

:evilgrin:

[geniph]

18. At work

We were both married to other people (unhappily) when we met. We behaved ourselves for as long as we could, but it was obvious almost from the first day that we had each met our other half.

It's been more than 10 years now, and I still would do it all over again in a heartbeat.

[trof]

21. Know a similar story.

Guy I used to fly with.
A woman he knew slightly called him and asked him if he knew that her husband and his wife were getting it on. He didn't.
They both divorced.
Two years later they met at a party and the rest, as they say, is history. Been married 20+ years now.

Sometimes the first time ain't the right time.

[soleft]

24. Dawn French brought us together

I read my gf's personal ad on planet out and it reminded me Dawn French, so I wrote to her and said, something tells me you like Dawn French.

And she said, that's funny cause yesterday I sent a Dawn French postcard to a friend of mine.

and the rest is history.

[izzie]

26. On a blind date, 3 of us took bets and I won.

Well it lasted for 40 years. I am living alone now because I wish to.

[FarLeftRage]

27. Me?

I'm still waiting and at my age now, it may be too late...

For a period of my life (mid to late 1980's), it was one date after another and through 5 different women no less (no, not all at once).

After my long unemployment period in the early 1990's, I fell completely out of the dating scene and never recovered.

Oh well...

[trof]

28. Just read about an 85 year old and a 79 year old getting hitched.

Unless yer a centennr...centerina...
over a hundred years old, it might not be too late.

[FarLeftRage]

30. Not that old

I'm 3 months away from turning 46.

So my age is not a factor.

[trof]

34. whippersnapper

Another tale:
One of my best buddies (best man at my wedding) divorced his wife of 30 something years (29 years too late, IMHO).
A year later (at 60) he met a girl.
Aw jeez.
I was the best man at his wedding last year and they live right down the street now.
She's a sweetie and he's a happy man, finally.
Hang in there.

on edit: She's a year older than he is. Not a tootie.

[FarLeftRage]

35. Thanks for the hope

Maybe, just maybe...

[TrogL]

29. It would turn this into a sex thread

so anyway I was [moderated] her boyfriend and she phoned up and asked if we could come over and bring booze and she opened the door and [moderated] and then we decided to play [moderated] [moderated] and when she [moderated] her boyfriend [moderated] and his girlfriend [moderated] and got mad and then we [moderated] and when the fire department left her boyfriend went to the girlfriend's apartment and [moderated] and I was sleeping [moderated] and woke her up and said "if you've got the sense of humour I think you have you'll wanna hear this" because [moderated] [moderated] [moderated] [moderated] [moderated] ...

[trof]

33. so...now you owe me a keyboard.

Scotch & soda all over the mutha.
Thanks.
;-)

[trackfan]

37. Through a Prodigy On-Line Service Personal Ad

in 1995. She came up as an "auto-match" when I entered my criteria. We corresponded for a few weeks, then met at a restaurant. When she said yes to a second, and then a third beer, I knew things were going pretty well.

[MaineDem]

39. I had just broken up with a guy

Can't even remember what caused that now.

Anyhow, the gal I worked with had a house on an island off the coast. She and her BF were going out there for the weekend and she said her cousin was coming up from Boston. Why don't I come, too, and we'll grab some beer and some lobsters and have a good time. Not being a fan of blind dates, I wasn't too enthused but beer and lobster and ocean have always meant a good weekend so I said ok.

He drove a Cadillac, was 7 years older than me, and liked beer. I was 22, drove a Hillman Avenger, and, umm, I liked beer, too. We met as I was walking off the ferry with a sleeping bag in one arm and a six-pack of Schlitz (this was 1973)in the other. That evening he and I were planning our dream house together. He lived in Boston and I lived in Maine and from that day we met we spent every weekend together (but one; he was sick) until the wedding.

We were married in 1974 and now we're planning our 30th anniversary. We gave up the beer a long time ago. :) But he's still my best friend and I can't imagine life without him.

[trof]

40. Gettin kinda misty in here.

Jeez, what happened? Did a front come through?
All of a sudden the monitor got kind of blurry.
I can't think of anything much better than beer and lobster and a cabin on an island off the coast of Maine and two people building a dream house.
I dumped the Stingers when I grew up (sorta), and the Martinis are now for rare special ocassions.
Good on ya.

A Hillman Avenger?
whew

[YellowRubberDuckie]

45. That is the best story!!

Congratulations!!
Duckie

[Obamarama]

42. We met in a place where everyone says you can't find love....

I met my partner at a bar....

It was my third week in town after moving from about 70 miles away. I knew nobody and so I decided to go break the ice with some locals. While I am fairly extroverted and can easily make idle chit chat with strangers in a bar, I had always been very shy when it came to wanting to introduce myself to someone who I was "interested in."

So I grabbed a beer and sat down and there he was...leaning against a cigarette machine. We made eye contact and smiled.

What's so amazing - it blows my mind even today when I think about it - is that when I saw him, something in my mind clicked and I literally remember thinking "that's the guy I'm going to spend the rest of my life with."

The next thing I knew, I was walking over and introducing myself and shaking his hand. We've been together ever since.

It wasn't exactly love at first sight...it was just a very confident feeling that "he's the ONE" and that love will definitely follow, in a natural sort of way.

I was right. On February 4, we'll celebrate 15 years together, and even if the conservative henchman feel the need to pass a constitutional ammendment to protect marriage from my partner and I, so be it, but reflecting on the last 15 years....as the song goes..."You can't take that away from me..."

[MaineDem]

43. "a very confident feeling that "he's the ONE"

Yep, I know the feeling.

Great story. I hope the conservative henchmen live to see your wedding. :)

[Obamarama]

44. Look who's talking...

Your story was pretty cool too! Great to hear stories about others who are still best friends AND lovers after "all those years."

[tigereye]

46. I met my husband at college when I was running for the Student

Government (unsucessfully). I guess ours was a love inspired by lots of leftist politics. We were introduced by a mutual friend who was the first woman I had ever seen wearing a Che Guevera patch. My SO looked like a giant version of Abbie Hoffman! It took us a while to actually get together... at the time I had a thing for detached rock and roll guys. Then we lived with a bunch of lefties in a group house and got together ( albeit drunkenly) after a showing of "The Harder They Come" (great Jimmy Cliff movie). It's now been almost 25 years. And compatible lefty politics, plus similar musical tastes, has been a good glue, at least for us.

[trof]

52. Yeah, I really need some protection from your ilk.

(I've been wanting to use "ilk" for a while.)
Best cartoon I've seen in a while. Boston Globe, I think.

Middle aged looking guy is standing in the living room confronting his wife. Holding a newspaper with the headline "Gay marriage OK in Mass."
Caption : "OK, THAT'S IT! I WANT A DIVORCE!"

Maybe I'm just a numbnuts, but I don't understand how it is that I'm supposed to feel "threatened".

I pretty much believe in live, and let live. Everybody do whatever it is they want to do as long as it doesn't frighten the horses.
;-)

[YellowRubberDuckie]

47. My story isn't nearly as sweet...

My friends and I were playing around one afternoon, and I put up a Personal ad on Yahoo. Several people answered it, but I really only kept in touch with one. He sent me a picture, but I wasn't totally interested. We kept in touch, emailing occasionally. One day after a long day at work, I was trying to take a nap, but the phone kept ringing. I turned on my computer and turned on Yahoo. I put my status message as "My phone is Satan." We talked for a couple days, he sent me a new pic, this time minus the glasses. He'd gotten contacts. I was very superficial back then. So, he came over to my house a few days later, and we just hung out.
That weekend, I spent it with him at his apartment, and we had the best time. I think I knew he was the one when I got sick at his house. I ended up having the stomach flu, and I threw up in his bathroom. I over shot the toilet and threw up on his floor. He cleaned it up, and didn't complain.
He was very adamant that he didn't really want to fall in love, have a relationship, get married. In March I knew I was in love with him, but was so scared to tell him. I just knew it would have been over. but I told him, and about a week later, he told me he loved me too. And I cried. Now we're talking marriage after college, and he even wants kids now, something he never really wanted until me. I'm so lucky. Sorry this is so long.
Duckie

[trof]

53. Sounds pretty sweet to me.

When I proposed to Miz t. I said something like "There's something kinda serious we need to talk about."
She later told me she thought I was about to break up with her.
When I actually got down on one knee and whipped out the ring, she fainted.
I am NOT making this up.
Good for you two.
Live long and multiply (a little).

[librechik]

49. man, you were set up!

what a great friend Marianne was!

Congrats!

I got set up too, and so far it's worked for 25 years!

I was an appartment manager, and a friend brought a prospective tenant to my door--There he was, long, bronze swept back hair, cute bod in a one piece jumpsuit (Union Man!) and not a clue that he was about to be chained to me for life!

It only took a week or two for him to figure it out. Our first kiss lasted 3 days! He asked me to marry him at 10,000 feet in a field full of flowers and darting butterflies. Yes, very romantic.

[trof]

54. Damn right.

She says I was roped, throwed, and hog-tied before I even knew she was out of the chute.
(She's a Texan)
;-)

[Vitruvius]

51. I was on the "hacker panel" at a science fiction convention (as the

old timer from the paleolithic era); she was a reporter doing a hacker story, we've been going together for over a year and expect to make it permanent.

P.S: On our first or 2nd date,I found out she was also on DU and we'd replied to each others' posts, had PMed each other, and had each thought of proposing a meeting. If either of us had done so, we would have met months sooner. Moral: if you're single and there's another DUer you'd like to meet, PM them and say so!!

[grannylib]

55. Was introduced to hubby by the guy I was dating at the time

it was all over the minute I met my future husband...there really is such a thing as love at first sight; I knew the minute I laid eyes on him that we would be together

[trof]

58. That's what Miz t. says.

It took me a little longer to catch on.
as usual
;-)

[realFedUp]

56. church

actually.

[ScreamingMeemie]

57. Well, first let me grab a beer. ;) I was just 12 years old when

my father moved my family from Wisconsin (sniffle) to Michigan. I was a little scared to start school. All the girls here wore makeup at 12. Yikes.

I walked into the classroom and was shown to a seat. At this juncture my husband will tell you that he took one look at me in my mint green corduroys (my mother wouldn't let me wear jeans) and thought, "boy those pants make her butt look big". This is the honest to gosh truth..he admitted it years later. Our only contact in middle school was me giving him the rest of my pizza one day at lunch. He was a very shy guy and I was trying my darndest to fit in and be liked in a new school.

Flash forward to high school. I was then "ultra-bitch" and he was still a quiet jean, cowboy boot and leather jacket wearing guy. I didn't give him the time of day except to snicker with my girlfriend walking behind him when he had his hand in the back pocket of his girlfriend's jeans.

Graduation week. I went up to a local pool hall and was goofing around with some friends when I saw him leaning up against a wall looking all cute and James Deanish and everything. We went out to a late dinner that night and dated for a year. Alas, he was still too nice for bad girl me, and we stopped seeing each other. Although I never stopped thinking of him ever. He is not one you easily forget.

Flash forward to age 23, I had met the most horrible person ever, given birth to his child, was on my own. I went to a party at a mutual acquaintances. Lo and behold, there he was. We got to talking, went out for coffee, made plans for the next weekend and have been together ever since...10 years.

I am so grateful for this man, for the person he is, how hard he works, and most of all... that he gave me a second chance.

Laura

[LWolf]

59. You two?

You three:

First ex-husband: I "liked" his younger brother, who was a year older than me in high school, had a car, and transported me home on Friday and Saturday nights. In my sophmore year, he brought his older brother, "Fred" home on leave from Germany, along for the ride. My mother was planning a surprise birthday party for my 15th birthday. She asked my friends to plan it. "Fred" arrived late. I was already home, and the surprise had already happened. The party was in full swing. He knocked on the door, introduced himself to my mom, and offered her a beer from the case he was carrying. Her jaw dropped, she turned red, and after a moment of struggle, a weak "hello" came out. I was so impressed that I was married to him for 10 chaotic years.

Second ex-husband. I was 8. I was visiting a ranch for the first time. A 7 year-old boy was sitting bareback on his horse, watching my mother talk to the foreman. He and the horse ambled over and started a conversation. Which began a tight friendship that lasted 7 years, until the ranch was demolished and we moved in different directions. At age 29, a mutual childhood friend invited us to dinner to "catch up." We picked up where we left off without a hiccup. We were together for 12 years, until I became middle-aged and a sweet young thing at work/midlife crisis on his part precipitated a break.

There won't be a 3rd. I will not get married again.

[trof]

61. Woops. Ya got me.

I thought we were getting into a menage a trois thing here.
;-)
Sorry they didn't work out, but...you know...never say never.

[ProfessorGAC]

60. In A Disco

Yeah, i know! A Disco! (It was 1978)

I was out with a woman my wife worked with and went to someplace other than our usual haunt. We left there and went to our regular place. (I had won a few dance contests there, i was Tony Manero!)

My wife was out with another guy and we were introduced. It dawned on me right, then and there, that i should be out with her not the other woman.

The next Friday, she was there waiting for a friend of hers. So, i went over and asked her if she wanted to sit at our table 'til her friend showed up and she said ok. Her friend never showed.

So, we danced for a couple of hours. (Here's where it gets good!)

We went back to the table and the waitress came over and asked if i wanted a drink and i ordered one. Then i turned to this virtual stranger and said "Do you need anything?" She ordered a drink and when the waitress came back I PAID FOR MINE! Not her's, just mine! She starts scrambing for money (she had little money then because of student loans). I paid for the drink to save her the embarassment, but told her she owed my $3. She was mortified.

I told her "I don't buy drinks for women in bars. But, if you go out with me on a date, then of course, it's completely on me." So, she said, "Call me." I did. We went out once and have been exclusive ever since. We got married in 1980 and that, as they say, was that!

BTW: She never gave me the money for that drink!
The Professor