how and when did you meet your fiance,fiancee,husband or wife

[jego ryu 0]

hi everybody ,i know you wont forget the day you met your honey,you can share it here....

[~Chad~ 0]

We met online, nothing exciting. However, one of my favorite memories (other than my wedding day) is when I flew to LAX to meet Lira there. My plane landed at 10 am, and her's didnt land until 8 pm. I walked around and killed time all day. Then after she landed, we had a red eye flight (around mid-night) coming back to Louisiana. When we got home we were truly exhausted. Sorry, I know that was off-topic.

Edited February 2, 2008 by ~Chad~

[Kazan' Tiger 1]

After almost 10 months of e-mailing and sometimes 4 hour long phone conversations, I finally flew to meet my girl back in 2004 in her city of Kazan'. I will never forget the day, because she was late (no fault of hers) to the airport to meet me. I waited at the exit for the longest 30 minutes of my life. Every minute, reassuring myself, she'll show, she'll show. Just be patient, she'll show. Off in the distance, I saw a car screaming down the road. I thought, no doubt, had to be her. Sure enough it was! She told the driver, since he was the late one, to put that foot down hard! The look on her eyes, the smile, when she saw me actually standing there, live and in person, was priceless. I cannot deny the feelings were very mutual. I have never had a woman look at me quite like that. It was amazing. The whole ride back to our flat she sat there snuggled close to me. I knew I had truly found love.

[duyen&sean 0]

hi everybody ,i know you wont forget the day you met your honey,you can share it here....

In August of 2005, I had been living in Hanoi for over two months, staying with a Vietnamese host family, and it was right about time for me to go back to school. I was studying Vietnamese language in the French library, and we happened to be sitting next to each other one day. She was studying French, and I lived in France when I was in high school, so she thought I was French... We started a conversation, and lucky for me she didn't discover I was American until we had already felt comfortable talking to each other. I then learned she also spoke English very well, so that made things nice. We became acquaintances then, and it was definitely not love at first sight--even though I was definitely fascinated by her. In fact, we were extremely tentative, because--to me, at least--things seemed almost too good to be true. (Now I see that they really are that good--even better!)

We parted ways at the end of August and said we'd keep in touch--politely, of course. I returned to the US for school and we wrote emails about once a month or so. As we didn't think we'd necessarily meet up again, we were not afraid to be totally honest about ourselves and our thoughts, which was nice now that I look back. I then suddenly returned in 2006--mostly to meet her again and study language--and while I was at the university there, fell in love. I then returned to the US and was immediately busy with school, and we continued our relationship religiously via long distance--the usual: calls, emails, chats. (I hate long distance relationships, actually.) I guess it helps that I had no time for anything but school at the time.

I could not return to Vietnam for financial reasons (I think some call this "being poor"), and when I entered grad school that fall, I knew I had been ready to make *the* big choice for quite some time. In October I finally came out with it. We filed in November. I returned to Hanoi in 2007/2008 over winter break and held a formal engagement celebration--my mother came as well, and so did 720 people to acknowledge our commitment to each other. It was wonderful. In all, I've spent over seven months in Hanoi--six during summer breaks and one during that winter break.

I'll soon graduate penniless with a master's in economics, so my parents have agreed to sponsor her. I'm in a different position, I think, than most people I know: I'm not at all against the idea of living in Vietnam should the need arise--i.e., should my petition be viciously rejected or burned. (As an economics-type lad, I put great hope--but little faith--in the correct functioning of government bureaucracies. No fault to them, of course. It's gotta be Murphy's law or something.)

Anyway, that's a long-winded response.

(PS--I offer my infinite thanks to the members of this forum for providing such useful information and invaluable experience!)

[isleta521 5]

A long story but to make it short, I was working in Brazil. Met her in a outside patio style cafe. The rest is history.

[Glen Charles 0]

Met her on an online site that specialized in introducing western men to Filipinas.

She operated a small internet cafe, so we were able to chat about 8 hours a day online for 8 months.

[Nagishkaw 510]

Before the beginning of our love story, he came to me one night in a vision. As we were sitting in a circle listening to the Elders, it was his turn to speak. His words were like moving water over rocks in a brook, his hair was like fields of black ribbons, his eyes were gentle and his skin glistened like the reflection off of a great sea. When I woke up I wrote down this vision. Later on, it became real......

[almaty 19]

i was in this shady bar...when a "juicy girl" came up to me..and..wait a minute..sorry,

i met sanita on-line..pen pal

[sara..... 371]

i was in this shady bar...when a "juicy girl" came up to me..and..wait a minute..sorry,

i met sanita on-line..pen pal

Pretty simple really......my religion and culture does not allow that we date....so i decided to put my profile on muslimmatrimonial.com..........there was a lot of jerks, players people looking for money and green cards with the help of my family i weeded thru most and had narrowed down my search to three people....all three are wonderful people but perviz was a good match for me in all ways......so we decided to see where it went.....we talked on line for over a year....he was working over seas in a country that was not his and on his return date to his country i also flew to his country but did not tell him i was flying on the same plane as he was..... the surprise on his face when he passed me trying to get to his seat on the plane i will never forget he was a nervous wreck.....he knew that we were flying in to meet him but thought that he would have time to settle into being back home a few days before we arrived......when we landed and time to pick up the luggage he was so nervous that when he was talking to my mom he some how dumped his luggage on the floor from the airport cart he had put it on......now of course we laugh about it....thanks of God he was everything that i thought he was and that when we finally met in person we found that we are as much in love as we felt toward each other on line......i know sometimes it does not work out that way we are very lucky........

[*JG* 2]

His smile is the first thing I remember about him. And, the way he looked at me.

When I met Andre, I was dating someone else. We didn't start dating till about 6 months later.

[churipu 4]

We met in person in june, 2001 while he was stationed in my homecountry.

[starlarose 1]

We met in a London Pub the week I arrived for graduate school. Instantly sparks flew. Took us a few months to really begin to talk and get over our shyness but we finally did. It has been a whirlwind love story ever since. Teehee. How I love that man of mine.

[SteveLaura 0]

An interesting story, actually. We met onboard a spaceship piloted by aliens from the planet Kraag. We had both been abducted to make up a the numbers for a party the Kraagians were having. (Apparently the captain, who was retiring, wasn't very popular. I didn't get all the details, but it sounded like he had wandering tentacles, if you know what I mean.) Anyway, I was waiting in line for my ####### probe and she had just been given the usual abductee speech - "blah, blah, you're killing your planet, blah, blah, learn to live in peace, etc..." when our eyes met. We started chatting, and I made a joke about whether I'd be able to sit down later, and so on. Long story short, after an extremely boring party (they didn't even have Twiglets) they dropped us off in the middle of Nevada with our memories erased. I hitch-hiked back to the UK with a extra large tube of Preparation H and carried on my normal life. Six months later, at a hypnosis stage show, I recalled the event and decided to look her up. We met shortly after, and that's when things started getting really bizarre and confusing.

[Jenn! 918]

An interesting story, actually. We met onboard a spaceship piloted by aliens from the planet Kraag. We had both been abducted to make up a the numbers for a party the Kraagians were having. (Apparently the captain, who was retiring, wasn't very popular. I didn't get all the details, but it sounded like he had wandering tentacles, if you know what I mean.) Anyway, I was waiting in line for my ####### probe and she had just been given the usual abductee speech - "blah, blah, you're killing your planet, blah, blah, learn to live in peace, etc..." when our eyes met. We started chatting, and I made a joke about whether I'd be able to sit down later, and so on. Long story short, after an extremely boring party (they didn't even have Twiglets) they dropped us off in the middle of Nevada with our memories erased. I hitch-hiked back to the UK with a extra large tube of Preparation H and carried on my normal life. Six months later, at a hypnosis stage show, I recalled the event and decided to look her up. We met shortly after, and that's when things started getting really bizarre and confusing.

For real?

We met at a discoteca in Italy back in 2003. We were both living there at the time. Spent about 2 years together there, then a year apart before he got here.

Edited February 5, 2008 by Jenn!

[SteveLaura 0]

An interesting story, actually. We met onboard a spaceship piloted by aliens from the planet Kraag. We had both been abducted to make up a the numbers for a party the Kraagians were having. (Apparently the captain, who was retiring, wasn't very popular. I didn't get all the details, but it sounded like he had wandering tentacles, if you know what I mean.) Anyway, I was waiting in line for my ####### probe and she had just been given the usual abductee speech - "blah, blah, you're killing your planet, blah, blah, learn to live in peace, etc..." when our eyes met. We started chatting, and I made a joke about whether I'd be able to sit down later, and so on. Long story short, after an extremely boring party (they didn't even have Twiglets) they dropped us off in the middle of Nevada with our memories erased. I hitch-hiked back to the UK with a extra large tube of Preparation H and carried on my normal life. Six months later, at a hypnosis stage show, I recalled the event and decided to look her up. We met shortly after, and that's when things started getting really bizarre and confusing.

For real?

OK, some of it is embellished. The party wasn't that boring. Despite the lack of Twiglets, their Dorito flavours rocked!