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writes:Hi everyone, I've had a lot on my mind today so to lighten the mood I wanted to find out somthing dreamy. You see, every guy I have ever been with I have met after a big night at a party or the pub/club. Im not an alco or anything I just like (well use to) partying. Im in a very happy relationship now so not looking for relationship advice I just wanted to know how everyone else has met there partners? Reply to this Question
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reader, 13AF  +, writes (22 July 2008):
Ooh fluffy talk! ^.^
I met my last boyfriend at school. We were in band together. But I really saw him as more than a friend one night at a football game. I was laying in the grass after it had rained, staring at the sky, when he came over, stood over me and acted flirty rather than just a friend. I joke that he was sent from above!
And since we're talking puff pieces here, hope no one minds if I have a quick reminiscing of one of the cutest stories I have of him?
We had just started dating and he was asking me about my ex. My ex and I were never physical and I told him that I had barely been kissed and never made out with anyone and didn't feel like I really knew how to kiss. He literally giggled and said he'd take it upon himself to teach me how to kiss well (which I loved because I had always been very uncomfortable with physicality in the past). The next week he broke off a kiss and said, "You learn fast." We split up only to get back together a year later. Our first kiss the second time around finished and he said, "You haven't forgotten...and you've gotten better. Are you sure you haven't kissed anyone since me?" I hadn't and it was just so satisfying to hear that. :D
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reader, PsyCookie +, writes (22 July 2008):
 The first time I saw him was in my dreams.
There was this guy that kept on appearing on my dreams since I was a child. I remember his physical characteristics well: Dark skinned, curly, brown hair, tall, but whenever I saw his face, I would forget it when I woke up. He was basically my knight in shinny armor and in my dreams he would talk to me. He would rescue me and be brave and save me from anything.
When I first saw him, I couldn't believe my eyes, and I couldn't stop staring. He was with some of his friends that were also mine. He was so charming, even when he didn't talk. I was just struck
"Hi" I said.
"Hey" he said back
"Do you have a girlfriend?" I've never been so forward in my life
He didn't say anything. He just pointed to the person I considered my friend.
Since I realized he had a girlfriend who was my friend, I backed off, but my feelings for him got stronger even when I wished they didn't. Unconciously we kept on growing closer and closer and the feelings for him were increasing.
Finally after two months with her he breaks up with her. Many would see this as an opportunity, but I didn't take it.
Months forward and my feelings keep on growing, but I do not take any steps to go for him. But people start seeing that he likes me and that I like him back, but I don't give in to those things.
Finally, 2 weeks before school ends he sends me the most amazing letter I've ever gotten. It was short and simple but it says everything I wanted to hear. But the time went sour because my friend snatched the letter from me, read it and started to cry. Her chances with him were gone.
I was in a dilema for two days on whether I should choose her or him. Although some may have labeled me as a bad friend, I'm proud of my decision of choosing him. Now I'm truely happy and in love with him. He's my life, my eternity, my everything, my whole world.
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reader, XxAnGelXxx  +, writes (21 July 2008):
 I met my current boyfriend in a field lol
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reader, °Ale°  +, writes (15 July 2008):
 He was a doctor at a hospital I used to work for. He would always smile at me when we walked pass each other. One day we were both in the cafeteria and he said "You're gorgeous, let me buy you a cookie!" We have been eating cookies ever since :)
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reader, baybee-x-sparkii +, writes (15 July 2008):
 my boyfriend is best friends with my ex :P (see thats a good starting point!)
we met up like loads. i worked out my ex wasn't what i wanted...found out my current boyfriend liked me. we waited and ended up asking each other out at the same time :)
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reader, doddster_24 +, writes (15 July 2008):
 hi, male here.
having had only 4 longish term relationships and most failed after a few years, i waited a couple of years for me to go back on the dating game,built my confidence up made my look attractive. then when i wasnt in the mood to go to a friends party at a nightclub i just had this feeling inside saying you know what miss's right might be out there and you could miss her. funny true to my words there was miss's right there that night!! i was so distracted within the group of friends i was with i didnt notice her till we sat next to each other in the nightclub, we got chatting and hugged.... i told her i fancied her, and that for me i was instantly attracted to her.we sat down for ages and chatted. then it was time for her to go home. she asked me to walk her to her mum's car who was outside the nightclub. so i did and she thanked me and exchanged numbers, she txted me later that morning thanking me for the chat and that she liked me and saying we should meet up as friend's first, we had 4 dates altogether then i asked her out at night under the full moon with the starsm shining , its the most romantic time ive had and we are happily together getting on great and im in love so much ....
p.s im a english guy not american#
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reader, anonymous, writes (15 July 2008): im a good beliver in fate.
i was on a bus when this guy sat next to me, he kept on looking at me and smiling, as he got off the bus he turned to me and smiled, i smiled back and i wished i had got his number, but then i went to a local shoppin centre the following week and he was there, he bumped into me and we got talkin exchanged phone numbers and met up. 3 years later were still together :D x
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reader, anonymous, writes (15 July 2008): I met my first boyfriend in a nightclub in Cancun. I met my second bf (and the love of my life) at a party in Brooklyn. And I met my most recent bf (who we recently broke up) at Starbucks in Florida, through mutual friends.
And then there are all the guys in between. Most of which I have met at parties, bars or through friends and at college.
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reader, LIERIN +, writes (15 July 2008):
 I use to meet all my guy friends at someone elses parties or bars or clubs - it have never worked for me, because the wanted only sex or they were just not "it" in any other way.
I met the love of my life on match.com (yeah, I know how phatetic that sounds). I never wanted to do it, because I felt like a loser like a person that can't find anyone the "normal" way. But all my friends were pushing me (since i worked 7days a week and really had no time to go looking).
So we met.
We clicked right the way. After the first date which was 2 years ago, we were together every single days (except maybe couple of nights, when each of us had some other stuff to do, like party w friends and such). I love him to death and I know he is the right one. We are planing our future together and our wedding is almost here :)
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reader, anonymous, writes (15 July 2008): I met my fella in the local junkie park. He was being questioned by the police because he looked stoned (which he wasn't. He just has funny eyes. It's cute). We just hit it off :p
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reader, scythe +, writes (15 July 2008):
 He was the nice guy, the one you'de never look at twice. He was too perfect, he had to be gay, right?
We became friends through a car club. Being the only motor-minded girl among 20 revv-heads, I had my fair share of attention. He watched quietly while the others tried to woo me. We became friends.
One night, after meeting him and his friends for drinks in town I get a message on my phone. Ever the gentleman, thanking me for meeting them and asking me if I would like to have dinner with him this thursday night before the car club meeting. It was the second offer I had recieved that day. Earlier, from a younger member of the club. This one made me stop and pause... he, HE has just asked me out! I was so blind that I'de never even considered HIM. But then again, maybe it was just the alcohol talking through him. My so-called friend typed a reply into my phone and teasingly waved it around... "Sure". She accidentally pressed send. I went schitzo. This was HIM! I needed to think about this and reply with care! 10 second later my so-called friend decided to correct her mistake by sending another message on my phone to him saying "Just kidding!" OH MY GOD.. this poor boy!!! What must he think of me?!
Eventually I confiscated my phone back and evicted this "friend" from my room. Immediately I tried to rectify my mistake by sending a polite explanation of the previous two messages, along with a "are you a bit drunk tonight..?" My phone started ringing. Oh God. "Hello?" I spoke tentatively, verbally trying to tread on eggshells. He was perhaps slightly drunk, but dead serious. "Let's talk about this tomorrow" I offered.
Tomorrow. I must've put him through hell by waiting until after work to call him. Apparently he had the worst hangover of his life that day. He was still sincere about his offer though. The night before I turned everything over in my mind. He is my friend. He is a "nice guy". He appears to be perfect, so gentlemanly and kind that he must be gay. If he is serious it would be the offer of the century. Naturally, I accepted.
First date - he picked me up at 7, a classy resturant, champagne. He paid the bill. Gentlemanly as always.
It felt a little strange looking at him in a new light, but he has turned out to be the perfect boyfriend. Mature, stable, loving, kind, supportive and everything I need him to be.
So, the moral of this story is - give the nice guy a go for once and you might just find what you are looking for!
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reader, anonymous, writes (15 July 2008): I find it quite normal to meet your ex's or the current boyfriend at the party, especially if you party often. I've also met some of my ex's and also my current boyfriend in the club and I don't feel weird ;)
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reader, Uncle Sneaker +, writes (15 July 2008):
 1978. A small town in East Germany.
The door burst open.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
The voice was sharp and furious. And English.
I looked round, pausing what I was doing for a moment.
She looked completely wrong in this setting. The light was behind her, a single bare bulb hanging by a fraying flex in the passageway, but her long, red hair tumbling down around her shoulders, the knee-length skirt, the long legs and the accent that had more than a hint of an expensive English education were quite out of place in this type of establishment.
“I suppose it was your idea we should meet here?”
It was an accusation.
“No,” I protested. “I do what I’m told, just like you.”
She sniffed. “I doubt whether your orders included doing THAT.”
She indicated the semi-naked girl on the bed.
“You’re late. I was bored.” I was definitely on the defensive.
“I haven’t got all day,” she said haughtily. “You have some papers for me?”
“Of course.” I scrambled off the bed and reached for my trousers. It took only a second to retrieve the envelope from the back pocket. I held it out to her.
She was looking elsewhere. It was a minute or two before she looked up and met my eyes.
“I suppose,” she said slowly and deliberately with a quick glance downward again, “You’re going to tell me THAT is because you’re pleased to see me?”
As I tried to think of a suitable answer she snatched the envelope from my hand, spun round with a swirl of hair and anger, and marched purposefully from the room. The door at the end of the passageway slammed with a crash that made the walls shake and brought a sprinkling of dust and plaster down from the dilapidated ceiling.
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That was the first time I met her. I did think of her afterwards, in embarrassment as much as anything else although she had been an attractive and impressive figure in that dirty room. The next time I saw her was some years later.
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1984. South London, England
“...and this is Susan.”
“Nice to meet you.” I held out my hand politely, as one does at these functions. “Oh.”
I think the recognition was simultaneous, but we shook hands as though meeting formally for the first time, and our host moved on to someone else.
“You’re a bad man,” were her first words to me, after a quick glance around the room to see if anyone else was likely to be able to hear.
“It was a long time ago,” I pointed out. “I left that job four years ago. Are you still working for...?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m a writer now. Trying very hard to avoid writing anything that might fall foul of the OSA.” She laughed.
“I’m in transport,” I told her. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“Yes,” she replied musingly. “So... this time you ARE trying to tell me you’re pleased to see me?”
There was something decidedly wicked about her smile, and her brief downward glance left no doubt that she remembered our last meeting as vividly as I did.
“And you have the nerve to call ME bad?” I told her.
“If that German scrubber was the best you can do...” she said primly.
“I was bored. You were late.” I said.
“We’ve had this conversation before,” she replied. “Do you make a habit of screwing hookers?”
“That’s a blunt question.”
“I’m a blunt person.”
“Fair enough. No, it was a one-off,” I insisted. “As it happens, there hasn’t been anyone at all for the last four years.”
She raised her eyebrows disbelievingly. “In that job? You’re joking.”
“I’m not in that job,” I reminded her. “I’m in transport now.”
“Ah yes. You said. Very boring. So shall we go somewhere and find out just how pleased you are to see me?”
I nearly dropped my drink. “You don’t hang about!” I said, not particularly tactfully.
“I don’t make snap decisions,” she said severely. “In fact, I’ve been thinking about this one for six years, and so have you. I know my answer. What’s yours?”
She was absolutely right. The answer was, of course, a resounding YES.
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reader, Tremor +, writes (15 July 2008):
 We both worked in the fruit and veg section at the local supermarket. He could lift a crate of broccoli like no other. ;-)
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