Tell us how did you first meet your girlfriend/wife

[Strike For The South]

Plus she digs chicks. That's been fun. (hence my thread in the backroom)

[Tribesman]

I met my wife at a divorce party .

[Alexanderofmacedon]

I've had my eye on this girl in my class. I'm a freshman and there is a freshman cheerleader that sits behind me. I wouldn't say I'm popular, but I am not bad. I have popular friends. She knows me and we're alright friends, but we really haven't kicked it off yet. She's a little...underdeveloped...if you know what I mean, but she's really cool. I don't think I'll ask her out too soon, but I think I will. She's smart and...well a cheerleader. Unfortunetly she thinks my music is VERY un-christian. She's a pretty religious person and I have been to church maybe twice in my life...

I don't know, I really like her. If I was marrying age I probably would go for her. Either way I still will...

...sorry...lol...

[edyzmedieval]

I met my wife at a divorce party .

This has to be the most original dating place....

@Alexander

Why lol?! If she looks good and she's intelligent, go for her.
Good luck.

[Alexanderofmacedon]

"lol" because I just told some guys on a forum that story...eh, you're family right?

And yes, I sure as hell will fight to the death for her...

[SwordsMaster]

Ok, here is my dirty laundry (pun intended Beirut )

Basically I was working in this hotel, carrying people's luggage, doing some maintenance, and entertaining good loking ladies (which is technically irrelevant to the story)

And she was one of the guests, an american student coming to Dublin for summer for 6 weeks (that was the extent of our relationship).

And I helped her with her luggage, gave her my best smile, and kept working away, and for two weeks we kinda kept bumping into each other everywhere.

On week 2 she asked me if I wanted to join her for a pint. That night was ended at her place, and the rest, as they say, is stuff of legend.

[Dagobert II]

Hey All;

I met my wife at work. We were working at the front end of a restaurant. (I was in management, and she was hired on as a hostess.)
As it turned out, I was delegated having to train her, so off we went
getting to chat. It was tough since she's attractive and Korean, which
was a double whammy for me. so I had to quit that dead end job for a
new opportunity.

That night, we went out for drinks and Penne a la vodka,
and somehow ended up in Seattle with a 6 year old son...

[Divinus Arma]

I am going to revise this as a second post here:

Plus she digs chicks. That's been fun. (hence my thread in the backroom)

Now that I reflect on it seriously... it has only been mildly fun a few times, very fun once, and a huge pain in the ass much of the rest of the time.

I would say it was especially more unnerving in the early part of our relationship.

It's actually kind of difficult to explain. Sorry to be a party pooper, but I might as well be honest.


And BTW, all of you who like fake jugs are insane or inexperienced. I prefer smaller elasticity au natural over giant rock-hard bags any day of the week.

Totally unrelated, but I thought I would throw that out there anyhow.

[Tribesman]

This has to be the most original dating place....
The thing was Edzy , I went to the party with the intention of doing one of the ladies who was celebrating their parents divorce .
You just never know whats going to happen .

[Papewaio]

I was trying to get healthy so I had changed my eating habits from Korean Spicy Chicken… imagine chicken nuggets drowning in a think hot sugar syrup… to something a little lighter on the calories… so I was eating more Sushi at the food hall and I noticed a particularly attractive waitress… after awhile I would stall picking my food until she was ready to take my order … after a few weeks I asked her out for a movie and coffee… she declined saying that she had exams… I thought that was a nice way of saying “get lost”… next week I am thinking should I bother going back for Sushi and be embarrassed or go somewhere else, she asks if I would like to go to a Japanese puppet play and the rest is history.

BTW I answered no to a bisexual woman being hot. I believe that the foundations of love are trust and respect. I would find it very difficult to trust someone whom I felt could not be satisfied by just myself.

[Divinus Arma]

BTW I answered no to a bisexual woman being hot. I believe that the foundations of love are trust and respect. I would find it very difficult to trust someone whom I felt could not be satisfied by just myself.

I don't know why I feel like discussing this.

You are right. Love and trust are the foundations of a long-lasting happy relationship. Agreed 200%. That's why it was kind of tough at times in the first two years. We even almost got divorced. I was convinced that she couldn't decide which she liked more. Of course, I was wrong. She had her mind made up. So I was the fool.

But it all worked out. And we still throw around crazy ideas for fun. I just don't know if we are as eager to act upon reckless ideas as we were before.

So anyway. I recommend that you sexually confused individuals come to terms with yourself quickly without allowing it to destroy you later in life. Just accept what you feel and don't worry about social mores. They are pretty open about that kind of thing in Canada, aren't they?

I like this thread in the front room, so I am going to stop at that.

[Beirut]

They are pretty open about that kind of thing in Canada, aren't they?

Not bloody likely I'm horribly sad to say.

I bring up the subject of... having interesting third parties involved all the time and it' ain't going nowhere. I told her I'm very liberal on the issue and if she wants one of her friends to visit, then by all means I support her decision. She looks at me like there isn't a rock slimy enough for the likes of me to crawl back under.

And never, ever, at a tender moment ask; "Can I call you (insert her sister's name here)?" She hit me so hard I thought I would wake up in the next room.

[Shaka_Khan]

*sigh* Alright you got me Divinus. That is a very smart way to insult someone and making it seem like it's just a friendly inference.
Your post has been reported and you will soon be banned by BKS.

Drumroll!

Its a curious thing, but whereas men tend to talk about actual things (I don't recommend killing though) girls tend to talk just to make noise while they are having emotions...

Spammers?

...And BTW, all of you who like fake jugs are insane or inexperienced. I prefer smaller elasticity au natural over giant rock-hard bags any day of the week.

Totally unrelated, but I thought I would throw that out there anyhow.

Please elaborate.

[Divinus Arma]

Not bloody likely I'm horribly sad to say.

I bring up the subject of... having interesting third parties involved all the time and it' ain't going nowhere. I told her I'm very liberal on the issue and if she wants one of her friends to visit, then by all means I support her decision. She looks at me like there isn't a rock slimy enough for the likes of me to crawl back under.

And never, ever, at a tender moment ask; "Can I call you (insert her sister's name here)?" She hit me so hard I thought I would wake up in the next room.

If they aren't naturally curious or into it already, then kiss your dreams goodbye. But again, it's actually disruptive in the beginning of the relationship when you are trying to form those life-long obstacle-surmounting bonds. I am very much a believer in marriage, despite the often sideways direction my eyeballs take.

[Tricon]

I know what you man Divinus.
Bisexuality in a partner is definately not as much fun as porn has you believe. If you and your partner have no intention of getting emotionally tied togethter it's fun. But if feeling get's involved, it's more than tough.

I, for one, am glad that my wife is not bi.

[Tricon]

She's a little...underdeveloped...if you know what I mean, but she's really cool.:

No. I don't. What do you mean?

[Divinus Arma]

Please elaborate.

The day that you attempt to intimately enjoy a pair of massive fakies is the day that you will remember the name Divinus Arma. As you attempt your normal routine of, erm, uh, "manipulation" , you will realize that said manipulation is not possible.

They look very nice, but are distractingly firm. Of course, this is Saline I am talking about. It's basically a very full bag of saltwater.

I hear silicone is much closer to the real thing, but it is dangerous. I believe that silicone is banned in the United States.

Tell you what... go get a plastic ziploc sandwich bag and fill it with water as much as possible. I mean as MUCH as possible. Now zip it, and wrap the whole thing 50 times over with scotch tape; to the point where the bag won't burst if you squeeze it. Now, imagine that firmness with human skin on the outside. Blah. or Gah.

The jiggliness is more valuable then you may ever realize. I prefer 'A' cup real ones to 'd' cup fakies any day of the week and twice on sunday.

[Alexanderofmacedon]

No. I don't. What do you mean?

Her...chest area...

[solypsist]

MS paint meets my two most common scenarios:

[lars573]

So I take it that you, a stick figure man, use your stick figure camera to bed stick figure models, yes? Or you, a stick figure man, use your photos of white paper to strike up conversations with female stick figure art snobs at a gallery?

[Reverend Joe]

And BTW, all of you who like fake jugs are insane or inexperienced. I prefer smaller elasticity au natural over giant rock-hard bags any day of the week.

Totally unrelated, but I thought I would throw that out there anyhow.

I am with you all the way, my good man.

[GoreBag]

I'm going to have to stick up for both-way-swinging girls. I prefer to have my romantic relationships strong enough to endure activity beyond the norm. If it's really that difficult to work out, then she's not right for me anyway. Not to say I only see bi chicks...

I hope someone understood this.

[English assassin]

I met my wife at a divorce party .

LoL. So, there really is NOTHING that isn't an excuse for a party in Ireland...

Reminds me of the old joke, what's the difference between an Irish wedding and an Irish funeral? (One less pint of Guinness)

[edyzmedieval]

LoL. So, there really is NOTHING that isn't an excuse for a party in Ireland...

Reminds me of the old joke, what's the difference between an Irish wedding and an Irish funeral? (One less pint of Guinness)

What's the difference?!

[Tribesman]

LoL. So, there really is NOTHING that isn't an excuse for a party in Ireland...

My wife is English and the party was in Britain . Divorce was still no-go in Ireland back then anyhow .

what's the difference between an Irish wedding and an Irish funeral?
you don't have to give a present at the funeral

[Lemur]

Well, so far Soly's has been the most descriptive. Let's hear it for MS Paint!

Here's the true story of how the Lemur met his wife:

I've never had any skill at meeting women cold. Everyone I've ever dated has been a friend of a friend, a co-worker, something along those lines. As a buddy once told me, "Man, I just don't have that deep well of trust and respect that you use up on one-night stands."

Anyway, I was an editor at a magazine. The mag reserved a bar for a party, and nobody else was allowed in. I figured everybody knew me, even if I didn't know them. There were advertising people, circulation people, folks whom I had never met in the flesh. I got very drunk. Another editor and I were talking like drunken fools, and we decided that we needed to be slapped by a beautiful woman that night. Anything less would be unforgivable.

I noticed a very beautiful blonde at the bar. But of course! I walked up to her, declared, "My aim tonight is to be slapped by a beautiful woman," and kissed her deeply. Instead of slapping me, she laughed. We started talking. When her friends wanted to leave, she took off, but I was unworried. Somebody would know which department she worked in, and I'd hook up during the week.

I called the other editors. Nobody knew her. I called the head of P.R. He knew of no hot blonde in his department. I called up the slick, evil man who ran advertising. Nope. The only blonde in his department was 50 years old. As it turns out, the blonde and her friends had been admitted to the party by mistake. None of them had anything to do with the magazine. Nobody knew who the woman was. I had no way of contacting her.

Moreover, I had just kissed a random stranger in a bar. Not a friend of a friend, not a co-worker, not a cub reporter. I was mortified.

24 hours later she called me. Apparently I had given her my number. We started dating. Finally:

[doc_bean]

I worked the student bar with her brother 2 years ago, she used to hang out there quite a bit during the day, especially when I was around. We became friends after a while, but everyone around us was pushing us to go for more (and that were a lot of people, 50-100 I think). I really didn't feel like caving in to the pressure so we remained friends, she did make a few attempts at pulling me in, but I kept resisting (I know, foolish) until one day, while drunk, I finally gave in. We've been together for over a year and a half now.

God bless alcohol !

[GoreBag]

God bless alcohol !

Hooray!

[VAE VICTUS]

well i didnt have any luck until i was 18,then boom i dropped about a hundred pounds,and was stilla about 298(im 6'5 so it evens out)so now i have 2 on the string.girls like a XXL.its amazing.
but its really your personality.if a girl is cold,warm er up.(i mean that in the mos polite and civil way possible)talk to her,haha i give mine history lectures,but it really depends on small talk,just talk to 'em.my problem is that im a big guy,you know 6'5 280-95 and usually the girl is scared to talk to me.but im just an oversized powerlifting teddybear...im a lean mean love machine that likes to be held,mmmmmm,brrrrr mama hes a XXL!(country song)

[Alexanderofmacedon]

Correct!