2.11.2010

Stories...


While we're on the subject of love, love, love...I always like to hear how couples met. These love stories on etsy are super cute and I've been enjoying Rachel Denbow's Love Notes series. I also love Victoria's ex-files set. PRH and I met ten years ago while working at Red Lobster of all places (yes, the restaurant). He was a bartender and I was a hostess training to be a bartender. I was in a very long and very unhappy on-again-off-again relationship and PRH was a breath of fresh air. He was handsome, quick-witted, incredibly smart, and kind. One of my friends had a crush on him and invited him to check out a blues band with a group of us at a local bar. She knew we had a lot in common and specifically told me not to talk to him, but PRH and I ended up talking all night. My friend graciously decided to have a crush on someone else, I broke up with my then-boyfriend, and PRH and I starting dating soon after. We eloped about a year later. Being with PRH is the best decision I've ever made. I know there are some interesting stories out there. Do tell!

6 comments:

elizabeth said...

gotta take a break and share.

my husband and i met on eharmony. i was smitten pretty early in the game. and had the surreal experience of falling in love with someone i had never met (he lived several states away, we didn't meet until four months and quite a few 10 hour phone conversations after "meeting" online.) When he finally did come over my way, he came via train and we met at 7 am in a lovely train station from the 1920s, me waiting on him with hot chocolate and scones for our breakfast in the park, leaning on the wall so as to not look nervous...

Now, after nearly 3 years of marriage, I'm still completely smitten and on top of that, I really like that we have both a goofy story (we're 2 nerds who met on the internet) and a romantic one (we meet on a spring morning in an old charming train station.)

thanks for asking :) happy valentines to you and PRH

carrie leber said...

what a great story! I love the photo you used as well - so cute.

Ellie said...

My boyfriend and I met on the internet, so I was initially very bummed that we didn't have a "eyes locked across a crowded room" kind of story, but the more I told "our story" the more I realized it was a unique story in its own way....

I had been going through a horrible break up/get back together/break up for months with a guy I'd been together with for 3 years when finally one Sunday night I had just had ENOUGH! So all empowered (and after a glass or two of wine) joined a free online dating site.

Long story short: Sunday I joined. Tuesday I got an email from a good looking red-head who lived in LA (I'm in San Diego). And the following Sunday we met for our first date. Been together ever since. So I was single for 7 days. And couldn't be happier!

Jim said...

You might know this one Abbey, but I will share anyways. I met Jen in bio during undergrad. I thought she was the hottest thing around. I went to see a cadaver just because she was going. One day she asked me if I wanted to get a drink (soda) before class and I said yes. That was all the talking I did, the entire time. I was super small, had braces, wore a hat and had a giant backpack. Why is she talking to me? Didn't talk again after that. Next semester I was sitting in Painting 1 and in walks Hot Jen (her code name to my friends) and I was like yeah right! Hot girl from bio in Painting 1, nice! We became best friends after that. To make a long story short, after years of chasing, years of dating we are in our third year of marriage. Happy Valentines Day!

Natasha said...

I love "how you met" stories. My husband and I met in class but he wasn't very nice to me. Want to know more?

http://occupationhousewife.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html

Happy Valentine's day! xo

Penelope said...

I met my significant other at a Country & Western fundraising dance at a University. Neither of us wanted to be there ~ I had my full quota of C&W music by the time I was 5 (grew up in cowboy country), and he was fresh off the plane from England and loathes events where you are *expected* to have fun (or else!), but had been dragged there by his new roommates.

I was sitting on the sidelines watching as people got drunker and drunker and more and more obnoxious, and I noticed this guy across the room who *clearly* didn't belong there. He was staring unhappily at the crazy cowboys and girls with his arms crossed and every once in awhile he would reach into his jacket pocket (double-breasted navy blue blazer - see, I told you he didn't belong there) and take out a little book and write something in it.

As a "closet journaler" (yes, I really really really always have it with me!), I was intrigued. I wandered over, sat down beside him and said: "You look about as miserable as I feel."

I can't even remember what he said cuz once I heard that lovely English accent I was done for. We both decided at about the same time to ditch the drunken cowboys/girls and he walked me to the bus stop He was excruciatingly polite, very smart, terribly funny and very very shy.

We had a couple of weeks of long phone calls ... he hadn't bought a car yet, and this was pre-cell phones, so every time he was waiting for a bus he would call me on a payphone and chat - often hanging up in mid-sentence when the bus came!

That was 23 years ago, and I still adore the heck out of him, and I'm assuming the feeling is mutual cuz nobody can be that kind and funny and polite for 23 years unless they want to be. :)

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