Her friend brought her along to a social group we both attended. I was perfectly happy and single at the time but she decided it was time to change all that. As I say when asked "We've been happily married for 10 years, unfortunately we married in 1980"
Online dating, almost 20 years ago. He was the only chap whose message I replied to. Turned out he knew my housemate at the time and we might have met sooner or later at a house party. I still think it was fate, on paper it shouldn’t work, in reality we complete each other ☺️
This is not my story but my neighbours and it’s ‘second meet’ not ‘first meet’.
Mary and Stan were lovers in the Second World War, Stan married to someone else. Events took them on separate paths and by the late 1970s Mary was now a widow living in North Nottinghamshire and she wondered what had become of Stan. She heard he now lived in Rutland and so decided to drive down, stopping randomly in a village which happened to be about 8 miles away to ask someone walking their dog if he knew Stan R. “Oh yes,” he said, “he lives in XYZ and gave the address.”
Mary drove straight there, rang the bell but there was no reply. She popped a note through the letter box and returned home to hear the phone ringing as she opened the front door. It was Stan. Within 9 weeks they got married and spent very happily together the last 10 years of Stan’s life.
Widowed for a second time and now pretty wealthy, Mary refused to stint. At a friend’s house she saw a video of Daniel O’Donnell and loved the scenery that was shown. She immediately bought the video but had no video player so now had to buy that. The problem was the video didn’t “look right” in her sitting room so bought a separate TV for the middle room. She only played the video once.
Often Mary would regale us with tales from her younger days, usually featuring the story of a youngish next door neighbour who was, of all things, an ecclesiastical outfitter. This fellow was gay and often invited gay friends over where they sunbathed in the garden. “Ooh,” said Mary, “I often used to look over the fence and say to myself ‘What a waste of good meat.’ ”
I love this thread, too. Met mine at work, aparently, that is the most usualy place to meet, let's face you spend so much time there. I gave up Nursing my lovely Mum was dying in my Hospital because her GP had a unit there, (I wanted to kill him!!) Going for an interview, for a secretarial/receiption job, which was what I did before, went into a garage to ask directions, boss asked, can you type, etc,etc, said if I didn't get the other job, come back, HE had a job for me. One of the techs looked me up and down, said "You've got the job". Met my old man, his dad had just died, young, my Mum was dying, his wife had walked out, the rest as they say is History, this was 1988.
My brother brought him home. I was 17 and he was the only one of his friends that thought to ask if I'd like to join in playing cards or could he pass my coffee, as if I was a person and not just bro's little sister. Long hair (it was the 70s), leather jacket, motorcycle. Separately, brother said we liked each other but forgot to tell him the vital bit about inviting me out that weekend. What followed on the Fri eve was me dropping great big hints like - oh it's the Bank holiday Monday, wonder if the Fair will be in town? He turned up in proper trousers and jacket in his dad's car, 6 seater Consul. And it was nice to have a proper drink of vodka in the pub after instead of half of cider. 1st date Easter, engaged the following August Bank holiday. Married 49 years this Sept.
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Mary and Stan were lovers in the Second World War, Stan married to someone else. Events took them on separate paths and by the late 1970s Mary was now a widow living in North Nottinghamshire and she wondered what had become of Stan. She heard he now lived in Rutland and so decided to drive down, stopping randomly in a village which happened to be about 8 miles away to ask someone walking their dog if he knew Stan R. “Oh yes,” he said, “he lives in XYZ and gave the address.”
Mary drove straight there, rang the bell but there was no reply. She popped a note through the letter box and returned home to hear the phone ringing as she opened the front door. It was Stan. Within 9 weeks they got married and spent very happily together the last 10 years of Stan’s life.
Widowed for a second time and now pretty wealthy, Mary refused to stint. At a friend’s house she saw a video of Daniel O’Donnell and loved the scenery that was shown. She immediately bought the video but had no video player so now had to buy that. The problem was the video didn’t “look right” in her sitting room so bought a separate TV for the middle room. She only played the video once.
Often Mary would regale us with tales from her younger days, usually featuring the story of a youngish next door neighbour who was, of all things, an ecclesiastical outfitter. This fellow was gay and often invited gay friends over where they sunbathed in the garden. “Ooh,” said Mary, “I often used to look over the fence and say to myself ‘What a waste of good meat.’ ”
He turned up in proper trousers and jacket in his dad's car, 6 seater Consul. And it was nice to have a proper drink of vodka in the pub after instead of half of cider.
1st date Easter, engaged the following August Bank holiday. Married 49 years this Sept.