~Love Stories~ How did you meet the love of your life?FReeper Canteen 1-11-07

[fatima]

~Love Stories~ How did you meet the love of your life?

At Last My Love Has Come Along Dedicated to To My Dear Husband, Peter by Anonymous My husband is currently serving in Iraq, and I dedicate our love story to all the soldiers whose love crosses the world this Valentine's Day. At the end of my first date with a man named Peter, I heard a perfect stranger telling him "he had better marry that girl".

The story goes like this.... I was asked out on during summer break by a man with whom I attended college. I was a nervous woman, but we had a fabulous time together in downtown Houston, Texas. Our night ranged from a Chinese restaurant for dinner, to St. Petes Dancing Marlin for strawberry cheesecake, until we arrived at a jazz cafe named the Red Cat Lounge. Peter had been a perfect gentleman all night, and I let him know I was ready to leave the jazz cafe as the night wore on. He kept stalling and saying that we would leave soon. After our agreed upon thirty minutes, I stood up and told Peter "Let's go". Well, that's when the lead singer of the band looked at me and said "You can't leave yet". At that moment, the lead singer looked at me and said "This is for the woman with the beautiful green eyes" and began playing the song "At Last" by Etta James.

Peter knew that was my favorite song and had apparently secretly requested it be played for me. He had never heard the song before, and did not even know it was a love song until he heard the chorus that night. "At Last My Love Has Come Along, My Lonely Days Are Over, and Life is Like a Song" is the chorus, and little did we both know that night the song actually had come true in the beginning of our love relationship. At the end of the song, the lead singer turned to Peter and said "you better marry that girl".

How pleased would that perfect stranger be to know that "At Last" was the first song that Peter and I danced to as a newlywed couple exactly two years later on May 29, 2005. Since we have married, Peter and I have longed to visit Hawaii to celebrate our love and our marriage. The thought of lying on the beach at night, sipping margaritas while lying in a hammock, while feeling the ocean breeze on our faces is a dream. To walk along the beach at night, explore the lushness and the vegetation, and to experience the mystery of the island would be a priceless experience.

I am planning on surprising my husband with a trip to Hawaii when he returns from his tour in Iraq. After being apart, I can't even envision the joy it would bring to be together in a fantasy land "at last".

I used to work as a probation officer in western Washington State. I had one difficult parolee who kept reoffending. I was forever convincing him to go to the eastern side of the state—out of my jurisdiction. Once there, he'd reoffend and another parole officer would get him to move back west! Finally, this other officer and I decided to meet to discuss the problem. "This other officer" is now my wife. We didn't invite the probationer to the wedding. —Bill O'Connor, Anchorage, Alaska

Late one night I heard someone banging around in the hallway outside my apartment door. It was so loud, I finally got up to investigate. When I opened my door, a man fell into my kitchen—passed-out drunk. I tried to shove him back into the hall, but he was too heavy. Instead, I left him on the floor, went to my bedroom, pushed the dresser in front of my door, and went back to sleep. Not long after, I married the lug.

[SandRat]

hehehehehehehe... we fix that. Dad's and even some Mom's get to make their own race car and compete after the Cubbies by Den. Then the Cubbies get to race against the parents for... shall we we say bragging and harassing rights. Of course we always put the parent's car in that one lane that always causes trouble.

Boy do the Cubbies enjoy it and the parent's though they know we set them up enjoy it to.

We even get members of an antique car club to come and be the judges. They come with their old cars for all to enjoy. Don't know who has more fun the Judges or the racers.

[nonliberal]

My pleasure. These are always fun to read.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Now THAT is the way to run a Pinewood Derby. Oh my am I familiar with the "one lane that won't cooperate". LOL! I like having antique car club judges too. You're "pretty good" at this Boy Scout stuff. ((HUGS))

[WhirlwindAttack]

I was at the range, her Glock got a stovepipe. I helped her clear it. She saw my Desert Eagle .50AE and asked if she could try it, it was love at first sight. She even got to shoot the class 3 toys. She's the only woman I know who had more firearms than myself. What a woman. I was doomed from the start. I would never leave her, she would find me (and shoot me). LOL

[SandRat]

Getting better each day thanks. ((HUGS))

[Alamo-Girl]

Hi fatima!

[RacerX1128]

Internet. Oneandonly.com on April 19, 2001. Flew to Manila June 21, 2001 to meet her in person (Not mail order bride by any means). Engaged on her 21st b-day 8-3-01 in Manila. Started immigration process 9-12-01. She LEGALLY entered the US Feb 5th 2002 @ LAX. Married 3-2-02. Gave birth to our son 4-21-02(You do the math).Our 5th wedding anniversary is next March. After 2 positive home pregnancy tests she took a blood test today and I'm pretty sure we are expecting or 2nd child.

She is a permanent resident of the USA and will be taking her US citizenship test this year. So hopefully we'll have another vote to count on!

[JockoManning]

Did you see this thread?

jm

[former New Yawker]

We met here - on Free Republic.

Just after 9/11 - I was still in shock. Too many funerals in too short a period of time.

I also lost 9 close Navy buddies in the Pentagon IP where all who were at work that day perished. ALL of them.

We're not married yet - but good friends and close buddies and I know that one day, we are going to be together. Forever.

My devotion to him is pure and I'll love him til the day I die. He's like no other I've ever met. There is quite simply no other man who can ever fill my heart and my life the way he does.

He's headed overseas right now. I pray for him every day but after he leaves, it'll prolly be twice a day.

[luvie]

Prayers for the love of your life and the life of your love. Sweet story. I love FReeper romances!

[STARWISE]

Me 2 .. ;) + all love stories .... *sigh*

[former New Yawker]

Forgot to ping you. See above.

[pandoraou812]

My depressed girlfriend came over around 10 pm one Saturday night in January 9 years ago and begged me to go out for a drink, just one she said. So we went to this bar named Moby Dick's...I hated the place,never had a good time there. I had noticed this biker guy sitting alone around the corner from where I sat. He looked mean and nasty...... I really didn't want to go out and I wanted to go home. While my girlfriend was having a good old time I wasn't. When I went to look at the clock I had to walk past that biker. He pulled on my hair , (I have very long hair) and asked me if I wanted a drink. Before I could say no thanks the bartender had my drink and there I was talking to this guy. .....I found out looks can be very deceiving. I had a great time that night. He asked me for my number but waited to call me for 2 weeks. He says he didn't want me to think he was that interested. I found out later he had his father hold my number so he wouldn't lose it. Told his dad I found the one I want to settle down with. He had never been married and his dad thought he was crazy. Now his dad loves me. That was 9 yrs ago this January. We now have a 7 yr old daughter, gave up the drinking and life is really good. He still looks mean and nasty, and can be if he needs to be. But he is a good father to my other children and our daughter is his world. What others couldn't or wouldn't see under the mean nasty looks, I saw. And all the women at the bus stop in our neighborhood love him. He takes our daughter in the mornings on his way to work and they bring him homemade cookies and muffins and coffee.

[tina07]

My husband knew my sister first, sitting with her in the lunchroom at school. He liked to playfully aggravate her and bum lunch money off of her. She and her boyfriend thought he and I should meet. He called me and we talked on the phone a few times. We then met in the 300 wing, as it was known, in high school. I was a freshman, 14, and he was a junior, 16. That was 36 years ago. This October will be out 30th anniversary!

[cyborg]

I met petronski here on FR. Not sure exactly how we started talking but I kinda figgered my whining about being single would get someone's attention. Squeaky wheel and all that stuff :D

[#1CTYankee]

On the evening of Oct 20th, 1987 a nasty little low pressure center was skirting the southeast cost of New England. As I drove home from a friends home I encountered deteriorating road conditions, the light rain that had begun falling had now started glazing the road.

As I headed west and further into the hills conditions were making it nearly impossible to continue my drive home. I pulled off to the shoulder after several fruitless attempts on a steep grade. As I started my journey for the long walk home I encountered the dim glow of light coming from the woods nearby, I ventured off the road and found a car embedded into an old oak. I opened the drivers side door (Not without much effort) and a young woman lay lifeless on the seat. I pulled her from the wreck and found no pulse or heartbeat. I proceeded to perform CPR and within a few minutes she began breathing (Although labored) on her own. Now I was faced with a real dilemma, should I stay and hope someone finds us or leave her behind and go for help? I chose the later first covering her nearly motionless body with my overcoat.

The first home I encountered had an outside light on but the Dodge Caravan I would normally see was missing from the driveway. As I stumbled up the walk I began to question my decision, would their be anyone home? And at this time of night would they even answer the door. I banged franticly on the door until a young girl opened it. I told her of the accident and instructed her to find me a heavy blanket and call 911. I hurried back to the scene and found her still breathing and motionless. I covered her and waited for help to arrive. 15 minutes passed by before I heard to sound of sirens in the distance, she was packed off and whisked away the to local hospital. After being questioned by the police (In a nice warm cruiser) he assured me he would call and let me know her status. The next day I found she was in a coma, she had broken ribs, a collapsed lung, ruptured spleen, internal bleeding and a concussion. The doctors upgraded her condition from critical to serious but stable after a few days following surgery.

I found an article in the local paper about the accident, she was 20 years old, lived in the next town and as it turned out the younger sister of a kid I played Little League ball with years before. she continued to improve eventually regaining consciousness, I went to visit her with her brother, we talked and I reminded her that when we were playing ball she' be running around in her pigtails getting into all kind of mischief. Even now still bruised and swollen from the crash you could tell what a beautiful woman she had become.

Her family (At my request) never divulged who was the one who discovered her on that cold Autumn night, as far as she knew it was just a good Samaritan who wanted to be left nameless.

Time went on and we started to date, eventually falling in love and becoming engaged. After she accepted my proposal only then did I tell her I was the one who saved her life that eventful night, that was nearly 20 years ago.

We now have two beautiful children.

Great story eh?

Too bad I made it all up.

Except the part about the kids. ;-D

[blackie]

I went out today ~ clear, cold and ice in the shady areas.

[fatima]

You are bad.You had me hook,line and sinker:)Thanks for posting #1CTYankee.

[Apple Blossom]

When did you get married?

[fatima]

:)Thanks cyborg.