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[ SECRET POST #2112 ]

⌈ Secret Post #2112 ⌋

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But here's the catch, it has to be true and have happened to you or someone you know. Any sweet stories?

It's been my experience that romance as people know it does not happen. So good luck looking for true stories.

So every story posted here is fake?

My mum and her friend (also female) were living in a sharehouse, and their third roommate had moved out. My dad answered an ad, and moved in with them. My mum thought he was gay, initially, but didn't think much of it - they became very good friends, and she figured out he wasn't gay. The original roommate ended up moving out, and neither of them thought it odd. But then my dad asked her out and they found out their friends had been running a pool as to when it would happen. Twenty or so years later, they're happily married. If that's not fate, I don't know what is.

at first I thought you were summarizing three's company

My parents met at a wedding, my dad a friend of the groom, my mom a friend of the bride. The bride and groom were trying to set them up, but my mom was only a handful of months out of a nasty divorce. But they still ended up talking, and making a long distance relationship work after only meeting in person the one time. Still together almost 25 years later :)

Five years ago, I lived in a dorm (I was 18 and so were the other protagonists of the story). One of my friends (she loves literature and ancient languages) had started getting closer to one of the boys (glasses, loves maths and video games, interactions with girls next to non-existent before this) and one night, I was spending some time with her when he knocked at her door. She started getting flustered and he stood a bit awkwardly, so I left them alone. Turns out, it wasn't the first time they'd been meeting like this. A few days later, she told me and our friends, almost shyly, "well, we're together now. It just happened."

They're still together now!

About ten years ago (or something), my friend's roommate was at summer camp and she had a huge crush on her camp counsellor. Apparently, on the first day she went and wrote in her journal that she was going to marry him.

They ran into each other several years later and they're now engaged.

I just remember being surprised when I heard that story because I really don't expect those sorts of things to happen in real life.

Bittersweet Romantic Story.

The summer after my sophomore I started dating this boy. One summer we went on a walk in a local park and as we were cuddling until the stars, we both saw our first shooting star.

Four years later, I was moving away to New York for graduate school, while he was staying in state to go to law school. We had decided to break up due to the distance. It was the night before I was leaving and he stopped over to say goodbye. We both were teary eyed as I walked him to him car, and then we both looked up at the sky and there was another shooting star.

this story made me feel feelings

damn you

My mother was 32 and her only romantic experience was with her ex-fiance, which left her cynical and depressed. Her best friend was worried, and decided to take matters into her own hands, so she placed a personal ad in the newspaper on behalf of my mother. My father was also 32, and decided to answer it. The rest, as they say, is history.

What is truly remarkable is that my mother was from a military family, and lived all over the globe. Meanwhile, my father had been in the navy, stationed in Italy. Yet despite all the ways they could never have met, they both happened to come back to their home town at the same time.

Hoo boy. My entire family seems to have lives built off of these (yeah, I'm living in a rom-com) so I'll limit it to the three absolute cutest.

My sister, a few years back in college, was bummed out that her boyfriend was going to be spending the summer up in the northern part of the state. We're in the southern, and short of a four-hour commute, there's no real way to see each other. She had spent the whole week moping and crying her eyes out. Secretly, he drove down to visit her, telling everyone but her so it would remain a surprise. She was sleeping when he arrive, so he slipped a glass rose under her hand, and gently woke her up. When she woke up, she didn't believe he was really there at first, because she had just been dreaming about him.

My mother and father met while he was working at a Greyhound bus station. He went up to talk to her because she was dressed all cute, readying to go roller-skating. When he asked for her phone number, she told him no. This being the 70s, he had long, unkempt hair, a Fu Manchu mustache, and was wearing a work uniform covered in grease to boot. Dad was persistent though. He asked three more times before she gave it to him. She wrote it on the back of a business card in her nicest cursive. Dad kept that card in his wallet all the way up until it was stolen in the late 90s.

I might add, when he arrived for their first date, he had done a complete 180, hair cut, mustache neatly groomed, and dressed to the nines. They've known each other over 33 years now and been married for 27 of them.

Last story happened to my paternal grandparents. Papa was stationed on a Marine base. Having just arrived from Texas and being very introverted, he hadn't really gotten to know many people yet. This led to the unfortunate reputation that he was stuck-up. Nana (my grandmother) had an older sister working on the base and had heard of Papa, but never met him. One day, when Papa was walking with some buddies of his, he turned a corner, and saw Nana standing there. She had come to visit her sister. As he put it, "Bam! That was it." True love at first sight. He asked her to a dance they were having on base that night. She told him no, because she didn't know him that well, and because of the reputation she had heard about from her older sister.

He persisted, so she eventually gave in, under the condition that he would find dates for her sister and cousin as well. She figured there was no way he could find dates in such a short amount of time. Papa said that was just the motivation he needed. He found the dates in time, so Nana went with him. They've now been together for 64 years.

It was my last semester in college, and I was hanging out with a group of friends. One of them had invited a friend whom none of us had met before. Turns out he was in the area because he had had plans to go on a date, but the girl had called and canceled. He was cool with this, as the two of them had been coming to the conclusion that they were better off as friends than as lovers.

I was immediately attracted to him, but I thought he was interested in someone else, so I initially swallowed my feelings.

That night, we talked; we shook ankles (stood back to back and hooked our ankles together); and at one point, he sang to me. I watched and listened as he gave advice to a mutual friend, and the thought came to me, with an intensity that I can scarcely put into words, that I would marry him. It was a complete, absolute certainty. I berated myself ("you just met the guy a couple hours ago, you sentimental idiot!"), but I couldn't shake the feeling.

It's five and a half years later. And I'm fucking married to him.

I had the same intense moment of, "You're going to marry this guy," the first time I saw my husband too. I didn't think we were soul mates or anything like that; it was almost like I had this bizarre premonition. I had no reason to think I was going to marry him (or really to even want to). He was kinda douchey and a hot mess at that point in his young life. LOL

And yet, our next anniversary will be our 12th. :)

It's really awesome to read that someone had the exact same feeling. I suppose it's one of those things that just...happens sometimes.

Congratulations on 12 years! :)

Exact same feeling here, too. We celebrated our 30th anniversary in June. :)

Thank you!

Freshman year of college, I dated this super controlling guy who wanted to police my body in every way possible. By the beginning of sophomore year, we were on the outs with each other, and I went to an acquaintance's birthday party to kick the new year off. (As I mention to someone upthread, I had this crazy premonition the first time I met this acquaintance (Josh) that I was going to marry him one day.) I was always the lightweight, so I went to sleep on a pallet upstairs hours before most everybody went to bed. This pallet happened to be on the floor at the foot of Josh's bed. When he finally came to bed, I woke up and started complaining about how hot his room was; the windows were painted shut, and it had no ceiling fan, but Josh had a little ocillating fan on his nightstand. "Come up here by the fan . . . where it's cooler," he said in exactly the creepy pervo voice you would imagine. And the rest is history. We'll be married 12 years in the spring. LOL

During WWII in London my grandmother was walking along when an American GI whistled at her, said it was his birthday, and asked if she would like to have some coffee.

so yep they got married and I doubt that would ever fly now days.

Me and

akatonbo.

We met on a fic mailing list over ten years ago, and gradually got to know each other better, eventually hanging out together on IRC, then joining an RPG as a pairing we shipped like FedEx. Back in 2004, she decided to fly out for Anime Central, which is relatively near to me and often falls on my birthday, so I always think of it as my big birthday party. Except that a few days before the con, one of my bunnies died, and I was so devastated that I wasn't sure I wanted to go anymore. She told me that if I didn't, she'd just get train tickets from Chicago to my town and come visit me, because I was the only reason she was flying out there.

I didn't want her to go to all that trouble, so I decided to go to the con after all... and while I was frequently wibbly about my bunny, she looked out for me and steered me away from stupid drama and upsetting things, and made me laugh, and we stayed up until 4am sitting in the hallway outside the hotel rooms on an upper level and just laughing our heads off while discussing fandom stuff. (My userpic is actually a picture taken that weekend of us cosplaying the pairing we'd been RPing. :D) People who saw us thought we were actually already a couple, but that didn't happen until a couple months later. Now we're engaged, and registered as domestic partners since my state doesn't allow same-sex marriage.

But the really sweet, romantic, and almost sort of eerie part?

Back around the time we met, she was dating someone else. It was an open relationship, though, and she had made a comment to him about how she thought I was really interesting, and she wanted to get to know me better, but she figured it would end in heartbreak because she was almost positive she'd wind up falling for me.

I'm marrying my high school sweetheart. For real. We've been together for just about ten years now and whenever someone asks if we're sick of each other yet or stuff like that we're always like 'what? No.' Honestly, being in love with him all this time has made me the biggest romantic sap ever and is the reason I can still be an optimist.

/is one of those people who says 'don't marry too young' to most of his friends, too.

My parents. They knew each other a little bit before they got married. Then Dad, being the hardcore desi that he is, had a craving for Indian food, because it was practically unknown in America at that time. My mother was the only one he knew, so he went to her dorm; they started dating and managed to plan a wedding in six months (no, not what you think - mum had to go back to uni, or something, so it had to be soon).

My father fell in love with my mother at first sight. He was a grad student, the first person in his family to go to college; she was the daughter of a Greek restaurateur, an immigrant who had achieved his American dream and could now treat his adored youngest child like a princess. (Okay, a princess who worked 10 hours a day at the family restaurant, but you get the picture. Popouli was prepared to give his precious girl anything--except that he didn't want any of his children to change or move away from him. He was hurt when one of my uncles bought a house half a mile away instead of next door.)

My mother was very pretty and she was used to young men throwing themselves at her feet. At the restaurant, sometimes her swains walked into the door because they were too busy looking at her instead of where they were going. She served them their burgers and fries and ignored them, and when my father asked her for a date, she told him she'd take a rain check.

After a whole lot of rain checks, my father finally figured out that she was only free one day a week--Wednesday, the day the restaurant was closed. He proposed a swimming party and picnic; she finally accepted. The day arrived and it was pouring rain. My father showed up anyway: "We'll drive until we find the sun," he told her. And there was something so grandly romantic about that--so much certainty that there was a place in the sun waiting for them--that she got in the car and went with him. And they found it. Afterward, they went out for dinner, and then he took her dancing. He whispered to her, "I've always dreamed of dancing with a girl just like you."

When I heard this story, this was the single most romantic thing I could imagine. My mother was so beautiful (still is). Of course he adored her. Then, much later, my father told me the real secret of how she had captivated him: she had a lot to say, and he loved to listen to her.

They're still together, 40 years later.

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