How did you meet your husband/ partner?

I have had a few boyfriends and 3 husbands, so I had to think about it - my first love I met through work, my first husband I also met though work and my second husband at a house party. My current husband was introduced to me by his ex- wife. I’d like to point out that they were divorced and he was visiting to see his kids. He came out for a drink with a crowd of us and asked to be introduced to me. My first childhood boyfriend (when I was about 13/14) I met at the park on a Sunday morning when Mum thought that my sister and I were at Sunday school and we used to sneak off to the park instead ?

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.

Kali I really want to know what happened next? Did he lend you money? Did he escort you back? Or did you just ride on with him into the sunset?

I’m loving all these and only on page one so far!

We met in Singapore in 1969. DH was at the British High Commission, and I was teaching at a British military school. We lived in the same housing complex which had a communal restaurant, bar, tennis/badminton courts etc. Just used to see each other around and one night he asked if I'd like to go to the cinema with him. And that was it! He was 25, I was 23. And we lived in sin! Married 46 years until he died 4 years ago.

I had moved to London and was staying with a friend, she was seeing her boyfriend and asked him to bring along a friend as she was bringing me. We met them at battersea funfair (long since gone), not sure at 1st but he grew on me, we have been married 50 years in August!

Met my husband of 53 years at work. He asked me which dances I went to and behold the next time I went dancing he was there. The rest is history.

Met my 2nd husband 43 years ago in a classical guitar class. Married 3 years later. 40th anniversary this year. First marriage lasted less than 2 years.

Are ya ready for this? He's my cousin!! His mum is my dad's sister!! ....settle down, I'm adopted!?? He's DH#2
#1 was a blind date.....you have been warned!??

Sitting by a village pond with a vole running up his arm. I knew he was the man for me.
My ex was hanging by his overalls from clothes pegs in a factory corridor. Mates had hung him for a laugh.

It's a real joy to read of so many funny ways of meeting a spouse. And so many happy marriages

My marriage was a disaster and I never remarried, but I still believe in love.

In my case I was on the rebound so got a job in a pub a few nights a week to get myself out and about a bit. He propped up the end of the bar and drank a lot. Big man so never drunk. The night of what was to be our first date my father died suddenly so I didn't turn up. He found out where I lived and came there, thus getting his size 14s under the table and avoiding the rituals of courtship as the knight in shining armour.

Albertina you made me laugh. Set the bar bit higher next time ?

My girlfriend's boyfriend was holding an 18th birthday party and I and another girlfriend were asked along to make up female numbers.

We arrived early to help set up for the party and walked into the room to see two boys and I had to quickly choose which one I preferred - to initially speak to. I gravitated to one of them and... we were married three years later and celebrated our golden wedding several years ago. Fate?

We met at my church youth group in 1968 when we were both 18. We lived in suburban Surrey. He was part of another local church but we all often visited nearby groups, our main means of socialising in those days! We were married 3 years later (our Fathers agreed to act as guarantors so we could purchase our 1st home for £5000). There is a plaque on Southwold Pier celebrating our golden anniversary last year, a gift from our beautiful family.

During the war in 1945.
I was 15 and he was 17 was soon to be called up to do his National Service for two years.
We got married in 1949 in London where I had moved back to after being evacuated when being bombed out for the second time.
It was a cockney wedding and with us still being on rations the barrow boys helped out with tomatoes, lettuce and anything else to help make a salad buffet.
We were married for 67 years but he did not know me for the last 18 months of his life through the rotten Dementia.

Met my DH at a Uni dance. He was an amazing dancer (I wasn’t). We talked about going out, but took about 6 months to link up permanently.

Went to visit friends at the other end of the country. They took me to a barbecue a friend of theirs was hosting.
He was smitten. I liked him well enough but hesitant as he was only just had his 29th birthday and I was about to turn 40!
We celebrate our 20th wedding anniversary this year.

Maywalk Wondering the other day if you were OK. You must have so many lovely memories of your time together. Hope these make up for the last 18 months. ?

Duvetdiva

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.

Kali I really want to know what happened next? Did he lend you money? Did he escort you back? Or did you just ride on with him into the sunset?

I’m loving all these and only on page one so far!

Ooops sorry didn't see this earlier. He asked me where I had to go and I told him where I was in digs. Turned out it wasn't too far from where he was living and working as a Junior Doc- and he offered to take me home by taxi. The next Saturday he turned up at my digs and asked me to come to a party at the Hospital that evening. It all got very complicated after that as I was engaged 'back home' - but he won in the end lol. A real saga ensued as I had a bad car accident after my contract finished and I returned home ... Would make a real 'Mills and Boons' novel!

Sweetpeasue

Maywalk Wondering the other day if you were OK. You must have so many lovely memories of your time together. Hope these make up for the last 18 months. ?

Bless you for thinking of me Sweetpeasue.
YES many tales that have gone worldwide. Especially of the book I wrote about the first 20 years of my life that takes the reader through me being illtreated by Sisters-of- Mercy and then getting through being bombed out twice and machine gunned twice. It goes on to tell how I first met my hubby before we got married in 1949.
SO many coming to me from worldwide wanting the tales because its living history.
Thankyou again.

Maywalk, Your autobiography sounds like a corker. Is it in print?

A group of us from work used to go to whatever dance was on at the local Mecca most Friday nights. He asked me to dance, it was a barn dance, remember them? When it went to progressive, we dropped out and went for a drink in the bar. He told me he played in a brass band, asked if I liked brass bands. I said yes, years latter he told me if I`d said no he`d have dropped me just like that! We got married 7 and a half months later, were married for over 53 years, till he died 5 and a half years ago.

I met my hubby 77 years ago in 1945
I was 15 at the time and with some other girls looking in a shop window at a dress I liked that cost £6-15s-9d and 8 clothing coupons and I was wondering if my dad had any coupons to spare.
While gazing in the shop window a gang of lads were coming towards us who had just come out of the local picture house most of them were around 17 and due to get their calling up papers to do their National Service and my future hubby was one of them. He stood out from the rest because he had a mop of red hair.
We wrote to each other when he was called up and while on leave he proposed to me on the big wheel because we were right at the top of the wheel when it broke down in gale force winds and absolutely throwing it down with rain.
I am terrified of heights but with him being in the RAF he was ok and he thought it might help to take my mind off the situation.
We married in 1949 in London. It was a Cockney wedding with the reception held in my parents house with the friends and neighbours all calling in for a good old Londoners knees up.
We were married for 67 years but he did not know me for the last 18 months of his life through rotten Dementia.

When I was fourteen I used to go to dances with my very pretty best friend.

This was in the days when a girl had to wait for a boy to ask her to dance.

Quite often we would see two boys approach us across the dance floor. I always knew that my friend would get the tall good looking boy and I would get the other guy with the thick specs.

Then one day at my friend's house I met her tall good looking cousin. He was older and certainly didn't fancy his younger cousin, even though she was very pretty.

By some miracle he fancied me.

We have been married for 56 years.

Jaxie

Maywalk, Your autobiography sounds like a corker. Is it in print?

The first 20 years of my life is Jaxie. I wrote it around 17 years ago and its sold many copies worldwide and made a nice four figure sum for my local Childrens Hospice.
Plus any others including the poems books that have all gone to charity.

I met my first husband when I was seventeen. I and five other girls from my co-ed grammar school were "lent" to the boys-only grammar for their school play. We'd go there after school to rehearse. For some reason, the lighting rehearsal had to be on a school morning and when the bell rang for break a crowd of boys seethed into the school hall to "see the girls!".
I was on the stage at the time and, looking down at all the upturned faces, my eyes met a pair smiling up at me. I swear that he seemed to have a spotlight picking him out but it was my imagination. He says I smiled at him first. Anyway, that evening he walked me home...etc. By the way, it was the first day of spring.

I met my first husband in the bus station aged 15. He had just arrived in the UK from South Africa and was with a boy I knew from the youth club. We were together for 20 years.