How did you meet your husband/ partner?

i met my first husband on the bus, he was shy and got on before me, one day i just sat next to him and started chatting, we married after 4 months but realised we got along better as friends. my second was an older guy who helped out at a community group, only ever said hello, someone told me he never had any food left on the friday until he got his giro on the saturday, i took some shopping to him, sat chatting all night and moved in the next day....he was 18 years older than me and we married and had 18 years together before he died and i was a widow at 39. i never thought love at first sight was true but we just clicked.

Mine said I had the best legs he'd ever seen. He still says it now. I have made him an appointment at SpecSavers.

We met via an ad in the local paper Eastern Daily Press. That was 17 years ago and we have been happily more or less married for 15 years.

My sister set me up on a blind date so the boy could introduce me to a new club. DH was there with his girlfriend. Don’t know what happened to her - we never saw her again and my date emigrated, heart broken. DH had a great chat up line - do you like Bach? He didn’t need one - it was love at first sight. We moved into together while I was still in the U6 and we’ve been together 55 years.

In a bus station, he thought I was getting off a bus to join in a fight!!!!! He was going out with my friend. He advised me against getting involved and I gave him a disparaging look.
A few months later both having split up with then partners he came to play Rugby at our school, I got a glimpse of him.
The Rugby kit did it. The next week we were both at a dance and he asked if he could walk me to the bus to make sure I was safe.
After a very on-off relationship as students, we married two days after he qualified and clock up 50 years in a few years time.

We started going out when we were 16 . We met at school and my friend told me he wanted to ask me out. It took him two weeks to pluck up courage! We’ve now known each other for 58 years and been married for 52.

A friend and I had been out walking and it started to rain so we nipped into the nearest pub to wait for the rain to stop. We ordered our coffee, sat down at a table and I noticed a man sitting at a nearby table on his own reading. After a while my friend asked if I knew him because he kept glancing towards me. I looked at him, our eyes met and he raised his glass and smiled. I thought he looked quite cute and carried on with my coffee. He went up to the bar and on his way back he stopped to say hello, we got chatting and he joined us, he told us he was Swedish and had just started work in an IT company nearby and we got talking. When we were leaving he asked if he could meet me again. The rest is history. After 30 years I still love him to bits and I'm so glad it rained that day! He still says that the moment I walked in everything else vanished and he only saw me and immediately thought "That's the girl I'm going to marry!"

At the local rugby club. She was going out with the loose-head prop; I was tight-head. She split from him, and the rest is history.

at a speed dating event run by a church holiday group new wine, that was 14 years ago now and it was a great move for both of us

Orlin was our 15 year old paper boy in 1965. Delivered the Liverpool Echo every evening. He got a young lad from our road to give me a note asking me out. I said I wouldn’t go out with anyone who couldn’t ask me himself.
We met in the local swing park, he asked me to go for a walk, tried to hold my hand but I pulled away when I discovered he had two warts on his hand.
He took me home to show off his aviary. Lovely colourful little birds locked in a shed and wired area. So I stepped out of the aviary and locked him in and went home so that he could see how it felt.
A few weeks later the aviary was gone, warts had cleared and I discovered what a kind and gentle man he really is. I learned not to judge a book by its gnarly cover and I’ve loved him back ever since.

I met Mr R in 1967 when I was 19 and he was 23. I was a waitress at a holiday camp and he was a 'Happy Camper' He seemed very grown up and I was delighted that he seemed to like me. We married in 1970 and have 3 grown-up children and 2 grandchildren and he still seems to like me

We met at a Beer Festival in my home town where he had studied and relocated to. I’m not a person to frequent those places ? but a girl I worked with was newly single and worked behind the bar. She said it was rich pickings for females although I wasn’t really on the lookout! The friend I went with spotted a group of about half a dozen males one of which she took a liking to. They came over talking to us and one of them was a boy that was in my class at school who I got chatting to. My now DH must have seen something in me as he butted in on the chat which lasted all the evening. I found it hard to read him at first whether it was friends or romance but it was the latter as we were married 13 months after that first meet.

Kali and working there, we got first dibs on the new stock on a Friday afternoon. It had started to go off by the time we had our children - M&S pulled out in about 1970 and it was never the same. As can be said for much of the textile industry in Leicester. Not a subject for this thread though so I will shut up.

I met DH at a work colleague's 21st birthday party, in an upstairs room of a pub in June 1963. I nearly didn't go as it meant an hour on 2 buses to get there.

Anyway I did go and saw this tall, dark and handsome chap wearing a red waistcoat which matched the red dress I was wearing. I thought "He looks alright - maybe I might go out with him until my holiday with my girl friends in August"

Well, I did go out with him as planned and then went on holiday with the girls, had a great time and thought I would finish the relationship on return as I didn't want to settle down - I was 19 and in my prime per Miss Jean Brodie!

However, when I met up with him again, he had bought me a lovely handbag for my birthday (which had been while I was away) so I thought it would be ungracious and ungrateful to finish with him that night.

So we carried on seeing each other and before I really knew what was happening, we got serious, he proposed, we got engaged on the 12-month anniversary of meeting and married on the 2 year anniversary, in 1965.

57 years of marriage later, with 2 wonderful children and 4 marvellous grandchildren, he is my rock and we have grown old and grey together and I am thankful every day to be so blessed.

Kali2

On the train. I had got into the wrong carriage - and the train split at Clapham Junction. When I realised this, last train, not a penny left, and of course no phone in those days - I asked the young man opposite ' where is this train going? I think I am on the wrong train' - 'Twickenham' he said. I told him I was ont he wrong train and asked for help. The rest is history.

Will be 52 years at Easter.

Sounds like you were on the right train ?

I met MrOops at work 53 years ago.

Not so sure nowadays, as he has turned into Victor Meldrew! ?
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I don't belieeeve it, MaryDoll

Whoops we've been together 55 years not 58.

My second husband and I met at the house party of a work colleague. I was 48 he was 43. I hadn’t really wanted to go. Later in the evening my work friend arranged it that the only seat available for him to sit in was beside me. It went from there. We talked for hours. He left me home at 5am so I didn’t have to get a taxi and we had a date 4 nights later. He sent flowers the next day and my best friend thought he was being flash. We were both well love/lust struck and married 8 years later. We waited because he was bringing up his 3 children and I had one at uni.
Married now 18 years and 6 dgc between us. And my still best friend loves him to bits and no longer thinks he’s flash.
Still love struck.

Smileless2012

I met Mr S's. through his sister, she was my best friend.

Polygamy, Smileless?

kittylester

I worked for a company called Corah's in Leicester - they made all St Michael's knitwear for M&S - as did DH's younger brother, whose chat up line was 'I'm learning to dye'.

I had gone to the company's Christmas do in a local dance hall with friends but we were debating going home as it was a bit boring. DH and his friend had been invited by the 'dying' brother and he asked me to dance the Gay Gordon's.

We went out again on New Year's Eve and he proposed at a Burns Night party three weeks (ish) later - 52 years ago.

Off at a tangent here- but the name Corah's took me right back. Their seconds' shop was a survival aid when the children were little!

We were both tutors in different halls of residence at university. Being a tutor was a good way of getting a subsidised flat. My best friend looked over the male tutors across the road and said “Isn’t it awful to think we’ll probably marry one of them?”. We both did!

On a coach trip. I didn't like him all that much at first but he was so kind to me I warmed to him. He always told me he'd put me on a pedestal. He did and I'm still on it. I'm treated like a queen.

We met at a “Vicars and Tarts” party in our first term at St Andrews.
We married three weeks after graduation in 1970.

Over half a century ago!

I worked for a company called Corah's in Leicester - they made all St Michael's knitwear for M&S - as did DH's younger brother, whose chat up line was 'I'm learning to dye'.

I had gone to the company's Christmas do in a local dance hall with friends but we were debating going home as it was a bit boring. DH and his friend had been invited by the 'dying' brother and he asked me to dance the Gay Gordon's.

We went out again on New Year's Eve and he proposed at a Burns Night party three weeks (ish) later - 52 years ago.