Being the hopeless romantic that I am, I thought it would be nice to have an
area to share all of our romantic stories.  It can be anything from a first
date, to how you and your spouse met.  @}--'--,--'--

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For once...I'm actually the first.  :)  Okay guys...I want weepy, romantic
stories!  *giggle*  Consider this a very late Valentine's Day item.  :)

do they have to be about ourselves?

Talk about Valentines Day, That was the day I got engaged to my bride.
Got married in Las Vegas, told people I won her in a poker game.  What
a gamble she took.

If you want romantic stories...you have come to the WRONG GUY.

me too...

one humorous story, about my parents: i asked mymom about how my dad proposed,
and sher just kinda looked away, and sorta blew it off, and said "oh, i don't 
know", in a casual, off hand way.  then my dad ruined it by saying "didn't it
involve whiskey?"

what's funny about this is apperantly the story is true...:)

when my dad went to propose to my mom, he said "Biddy-diddy-badda-wadda-gogoo."
My father is a strange man.

well, the other story i heard was that my day went up to my mother
and said something to the effect of "get a divorce, so that we can get married"
having lived with my dad for 19 years, i cvan believe that...:)

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My, My, that's very romantic valerie. :)

Up his noise Valerie?  Wow!

I once had a guy holding a Hershey's Kiss and he told me that if he
could give it to me without touching me he would give me the Kiss.
If he couldn't, he would give me a quarter.  So I had to close my
eyes and while I did so he gave me a kiss on the cheek and then
said, "Sorry, I couldn't do it!  Here's the quarter!"

I met my husband when he came to the place where I was working and arrested
me. Took me out of there in handcuffs. My boss was not pleased.
The whole thing was a set-up. I hadn't had a day off in over six weeks, and
was complaining to my sister, who is a 9-1-1 dispatcher. She said, "I know how
to get you out of there..." and the rest is happy history.

Heh-heh. That sounds like your husand :)

 Re #2: ack! PUN POLICE!!!!!!!

Sorry, I was fired.  :)

Kae...I was just about to beg you to tell that story, but you obviously read
my mind!!!  :)

Wow, Kae, that's quite a story!

Really, though. Who here thinks that there is such thing as a soulmate?

of course there is!  now to find them...

I do too. I have a theory about soulmates. I think that at the beginning of
time, God took every soul and split it and half, putting the halves into
different bodies. that's why I think that without that person, you are never 
really a  whole person. The luckiest people are the ones that find the other
half of themselves.

   Sometimes, romance takes odd turns.  Like how you show it.

   This little gem comes from my mother, but several of her friends
told me about hearing about it the next day, so I think it's true.

   Back when I was born, my parents lived in a house on Willard Street
in Ann Arbor.  My mother, having gone through a certain amount of work
producing me, wanted to make sure that her product wouldn't get stolen
in the night.  Mothers do often have certain quirks, and this was hers.
My dad didn't think much of going over every inch of the house to make
a domestic Fort Knox, but didn't object to her wanderings.

   Towards the end of the day, my mom had checked out just about
everything but the window in my room.  My room was at the back part
of the house, but it was still visible, mostly, from Forrest Street.
She brought a ladder to the side of the house and put it against the
side, and proceeded to climb up it in order to test the possibility
of being able to get into my room that way.

   About the time that she satisifed herself that the window really
was locked, some lights appeared on the side of the house, and a
voice called from down below, asking her to step down, please.

   She did so, and when she was back on the ground she found herself
with two Ann Arbor policemen.  They calmy asked her what she was
doing, just after dusk, on a ladder at the side of a house that was
obviously not being painted.  She said she was checking the security
of the window to my room; apparently they thought what you might be
thinking now, which might be "why not check from the inside"?

   At any rate, she didn't flee, so one of them suggested that they
might verify my mothers identity with the occupant of the house
who was in the kitchen with the lights on, curtians not drawn.

   When my father came to the door to answer the knock, he was
greeted by my mother, flanked by these two officiers.  If those who
know me sometimes think I might be a little odd, I can explain it
by genetics, at least in part, for he was unusual too.  Blaring from
the radio was an opera (either Aida or Carmen, though no one knows
for certain), and my father was wearing a poncho, and has this this
enormous chef's hat on.  In his hands was a large mixing bowl, full
of dough for peanut butter cookies, a speciality of his.

   So, he's standing there, dressed in typical clothing, making
something in the kitchen and these two officiers are looking him
up and down, trying to figure everthing out.  My father, sensing a
chance to seize the situation, asked them

   "What's she done now, officiers?"

   in a perfectly straight face.  My mother, who was in front of
the police developed an evil stare at him.  But, this question so
unnerved the police that they stood there, not quite believing
everything.  Finally, one of them said that they'd spotted this
figure on a ladder in the night by the house, and they checked
it out.  Apparently he said something like, "What, again?" and
verified that she did indeed have a child and did indeed live
there.  After a brief pause one of the officiers said OK, thanked
him, and they both left *quickly*.

   Before both of them had gotten into their squad car, there was
cackling and laughter coming from them, and they staggered back the
final few feet to their car.

   I am not sure what happened after that.  Mom won't say.  But she
did relay this to me, and friends of my father have mentioned this
too.

   Ah, true love: to be able to spring something on the one you love...

   That house does not exist any more, but when ever I'm in the
Willard & Forrest corner, the ghosts of many happy memories come
to me.

I know soulmates exist... I found mine.
It's a tumultuous soul when it's put together, but I wouldn't have it
any other way!

Good for you, brighn! Doncha just feel complete now?

#20: funny story. :)

<brighn raises an eyebrow>  Was that serious or sarcastic, General?  
Not that I care which, just curious.
 :)

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Sure perfect exists.  You might not recognize it, but it's there.

I myself, believe in fate.  There are two people in the world destined to be
together...the trick is to find them. Therefore, if a relationship does not
work out, I see it as a sign of fate, and I move on.  Right now I'm involved in
a relationship, and I'm very much in love with this person.  We both, however,
understand that if we meet  another person, then it is a sign of fate, and we
may not have been meant for each other.  You are now looking at the number one
fan of  _Sleepless in  Seattle_  <g>  :)

I think personalities attract, not fate or destiny. If you arn't alike or if
you don't get along with somebody then nothing is going to get you to like
them. *IMHO*

Peacefrg...I'm not saying that it's fate alone.  When you find someone that 
you have a lot in common with, feel comfortable with, and can be yourself
around...I'm saying that maybe that is a *work* of fate.  :)  IMHO

re #26:  Sarah, I hope you have also seen "Affair to Remember".

Hmmmm.... maybe my perception of soulmate is different.  Valerie is
hardly perfect; I'm hardly perfect.  But something intangible clicked
between us... we can fight like banshees, but the love never dies...
its faded a few times, but never died.

I don't know all of this stuff about soulmates, my mother went through 5
husbands.  My wife and I are completely opposites and I think opposites
attract.  If I like something she doesn't.  She is on one political party
and I'm the other.  The only thing that we both agree on is our feelings
for each other.  But she will bait her own fish hook, fillet a fish while
its still flopping and be right beside me when something needs to be done
and never complain.  That must be love.

ref #19: what a beautiful thought! While I believe that I can be a whole 
person on my own, I am so much better for being joined with Kenn. The way we
fit together is difficult to explain, but easy to see. We compliment and
augment each other. 'Us' is a perfection that 'each' could never reach.

<can of worms=open>
We have been together in all of our past existences, too. We count ourselves
fortunate to have found each other so early in life this time around.

Oh Kae...that's so sweet  *sniff*  I've never heard you talk that way about
Kenn before.  :)  I also love that you guys found each other so early...it's
easy to see that you're perfect foe each other.

Re: #29:  No, Mrs. Thiel, I've never seen "Affair to Remember".  If it's a 
classic forties tear-jerker, then I'll definitely go and rent it!  :)

my parents both were married before they married each other.  obviously both
failed the first, but the two of them now...they are so in love it's sweet!
(stop it, you two...not in the kitchen, please!!!)  they are decently opposite,
in many ways.  my dad was raised in the matter of a true german "men are
everything, women are to serve".  my mom believes that god is a woman, and
that my father's full of shit.  the two of them work out well togethre.  :)

I didn't believe in soulmates either - until I found mine!

Sarah, RENT IT!  My mom discovered "An Affair to Remember" several
years ago (before "Sleepless in Seatle") and my whole family has
fallen in love with it!!  The greatest part is when my grandma
and mom cry and say the lines with Deborah Kerr and Cary Grant!

(Gack!  "An Affair to Remember" sounds like the "Rocky Horror" of the
senior citizen set.  :)

Oh, it's not only for senior citizens.  My wife owns and loves that movie,
too.  Well, come to think of it, she is getting close to being a senior
citizen.

(danr is glad his lovely wife doesn't Grex).  :-)

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