Love stories

Wow, no takers? It is a scary thing to share for most people, I guess. 

How about you start us of with an example of your own?

Yeah, not talking about about the one you married is probably tricky, ahah, scrap that, yes you can talk about your other half 

Thanks for the story neomoxie.

Fabien G , thanks for the prompt. It made me realize I've had much more non-romantic love (as opposed to lust, important distinction, IMO) in my life than romantic. It’s nice to think about love of all kinds and more people should do it.

I met my husband at a bday party for a mutual friend. At least that's what we thought until about two years after we were married. Turns out we’d been to a small NYE party of 7 people but hadn't remembered meeting each other. Timing is everything. 

He was so different than any other guy I'd dated. I saw a therapist briefly for this extreme feeling of sudden anxiety I was having at the start. I worked out it was because I wasn't repeating the same, old experience anymore, and it was unfamiliar. Humans will often do their best to avoid novel situations, even if they're positive ones. 

The party we "met" at was in a restaurant at a huge, long table and we weren't seated near each other. Getting everyone focused on ordering for the table was like herding cats, but I noticed he was able to take charge of the chaos and organize people deftly and with humor. Everyone seemed to like him. I learned later he was the oldest of 6 kids spanning 18 years in age. He wore a pager, which was a sign to me that he was reliable. I didn’t love it once I learned he was paged in the middle of the night very often.

I told our friend I liked him and she started organizing ways to get us to hang out w/ her and others, until the group was down to just us three. Unbeknownst to me until I told my friend I liked him, he had a gf in a PhD program on the opposite coast, but they were not doing great together and many of his friends disliked her. I was an unintentional wrecking ball. We eventually ended up going out alone once they'd officially split up and we ended up at this place in the West Village called Art Bar. Sitting together in the booth, he gave me a chummy punch in the lateral delt and said, "I'm having a great time!", which we still joke about. It was like we were watching baseball or something. 

The first night we shared a bed I fell asleep in his arms for many hours. I'm usually like, "Don't touch me!" when trying to sleep. In retrospect, given the hangover I had the next morning, I think it's more probable I just passed out cold. It must be true love because he had a studio apartment at the time and heard me heaving the next morning but now it's 17 years later.