How did you meet?

Fascinating story - and you - Feetlebum - what happened to you - still playing (what instrument?) and did you ever meet Miss Right or were they all Wrong?

I was playing with a biand that had just been shifted from the Empire Leicester Square to a brand new venue, the Cat's Whiskers, in Streatham - odd really, my first pro job had been there when it was the Locarno...

We met to rehearse the cabaret, and one of the dancers, who were to be bus-ed in each night from Bertie Green's Astor Club - was cursing up a storm, as she had had to come in while on holiday. I later moved in with her, and eventually we married! Sadly, seven years later she flew the coop, and we divorced - but we are still in touch, although she lives in Las Vegas.

Thank you glammanana - very clear!
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Blue have put on their profiles and Black have decided to keep their family and personal details private.I use PM when speaking to someone about a subject or private matter which I think may not be appropriate for everyone,ie medical or relationship matters. Hope this helps you.

P.S. I've only just joined the Gransnet forum. I wondered why some user names are in black and some are in blue. And what is the protocol for sending Private messages (apart from the obvious of not being rude and so on)?

I met my wife at a MIND party. My first wife, at the time, was a volunteer and my present wife's husband worked there. That was nearly 40 years ago!

Granbunny, I don`t actually KNOW Royton, but I know of it.

he's an ex husband, thank goodness. but i met him in tramtracks, royton, which numberplease might have known. small world.

I meant, it seems only that long (pedantic) I did not mean that it seems long....oh you know what I mean. We have been married for 48 and a half years and it seems no time at all.

Maybe it only seems that long!

Soory, age got me there, we have been married 53 years - don't know where the 2 came from, it must have jumped into the message!

I joined WRAC in 1957, and was stationed at Shoeburyness in Essex. There were about 30 of us, and hundreds of Royal Artillery men.
One day in the shared canteen i noticed a good-looking young man shovelling chips into his mouth, and I was sunk.
We have been married 23 years last month, and he still shovels the chips in!

Happy to write a short story for The Oldie on my dramatic romantic meeting with DH and subsequent life but would expect to be paid for it rather than them have it for free on here.

susiecb

Him patient me nurse - i got to have a look at the goods before I bought.

I worked for the same company as my, now, brother in law who invited his brother to the Christmas party. I thought the party was really boring and was preparing to leave and catch the last bus home when some one asked me to dance. I almost refused as I was very with-it (or so I thought!) and the dance was 'The Gay Gordons' (definitely NOT with-it). Luckily, I took a chance! He proposed 6 weeks later, we married 6 months after that and are still here 42 years later after 5 children, grandchildren, happiness and sadness, fun and laughter, challenges and triumphs and lots of love.

I met Mr harri when I was 17 in 1963, I was on a car rally and he was the navigator. We courted for four years and married as soon as I qualified as a nurse. We didn't live together before we married so it was a totally novel experience moving into our little cottage after the wedding.

Re what GA said about the press- is this going to provide source material for some article in The Oldie?

I met The Wonderful Man in East Anglia - where we both attended the same church. So when I say I thank God for him, I really mean it!

TWM was born in Bolton and I was born in Manchester. I later discovered that his ancestors and mine lived a couple of doors apart in a tiny Lancashire village and would certainly have known each other very well.

When Mr Annika first asked me out on a "date" it was in the early hours of a winter morning, I was on my way to work and he was leaning on the garden gate waiting to go to work. I have to add here that it was pitch dark ! But we have been together now for 41 years and married for 39 years.

Nice story absent I like romantic stories of people whose paths cross many times before they meet. It seems, to me anyway, that they are meant to find each other.

Expartner and I must have crossed paths when I was sixteen sitting with my boyfriend (who I married a bit later) at the ice skating rink watching the ice hockey players. Thirty six years later I met the ice hockey playing creep and wasted five and a half years on him. Also strange he met his two ex wives at the same ice skating rink, he must have spent a lot of time there. I am sooooo glad that I didn't end up marrying him even though he asked me. I just wonder why a creep had to cross my path.

First Mr Flower was a solicitor - now safely no longer with us - and when he was about to introduce me to X who became Second and Final Mr Flower he said quietly in my ear that he hoped I would be nice to him. Well...........what was I to do being such an obedient wife.

absent destined to be together

I had just moved – with a partner who proved to be violent after a while – and made several new friends in the local pub. The local pub was very local a diagonal crossing of the road. Among the friends was the never-married Mr absent in his forties who apparently decided instantly that I was the woman he was going to marry in spite of the fact that I already had a partner (to whom I wasn't married), wore very tatty jeans and my hair looked like a rat's nest. I met up with these friends, including Mr absent, quite frequently in spite of the fact that violent partner gave them all instructions not to speak to me, not to make me laugh, not to offer me a drink, not to accept a drink from me and accused every man – and boy– in the neighbourhood of sleeping with me (completely untrue).

Eventually I threw violent partner out of my house (it was my house not joint ownership) and carried on seeing friends. Some considerable time later Mr absent proposed. I was shocked and having divorced my first husband, had no intention of remarrying. I hope my refusal was gentle, but whether it was or not, he persisted. I don't mean he kept asking; he was just around and being kind and helpful. After two years he asked again and I said yes.

We were married on 1 April 14 years ago as, somehow, it seemed very appropriate, and we had a huge reception in the same local pub. It is also the local football team's supporters club and shortly before our wedding, a match was rescheduled for that day. We had one bar, they had the other and towards the end of the evening we put some of our dishes of food out for them and it was all great fun.

The most ironic thing is that in the 1970s we lived in the same street on opposite sides, shopped in the same corner shops, went to some of the same pubs, but never met.

That's amazing Glass!

Really sweet.