How/when did you meet your better half?

[Deleted member 113659]

As per title.......

 

[Gollom]

I met the lady who was to become my wife in 2007 at the infamous Torquay GTG. It was arranged around a past member GloJo who was unable to leave his house and could not attend GTG's - so we took it to him! Other names from the past were Maff (who founded and hosted this forum - he only had a mere Aston Martin then amongst others) and DieselMan (he tolerated the jibes about this Chip Shop MB). We stayed at the Anchorage Hotel which was a total riot and modelled on Fawlty Towers. Not sure if there are any other active members left who attended?

I was there with my wife at the time - sadly our marriage was on it's last legs and I met a lovely bubbly lady called Sue who eventually became my wife. Hasten to add that the timing was coincidental and in fact Sue and Carol (my ex) are now good friends.

So I have a lot to thank this forum for!

 

[ringway]

I met my wife in a travel agents.

I was looking for a holiday and she was the last resort.

 

[Deleted member 65149]

As per title.......

Well come on then, isn’t it mandatory for you the thread creator to tell us your story?

 

[Deleted member 126251]

!974 - 7 a side rugby festival. She was with an old friend that I'd not seen for years. Wasn't particularly interested but a couple of weeks later, bumped into my mother's 1/2 sister (a few years younger than me) whom I had not seen for years, and her flat mate - guess who? My future wife - such a co-incidence.

I was still that not fussed but later that evening over a few drinks, a friend suggested (in front of her) that I double date with him and his girlfriend and go and see a show.

We were both quite polite in those days so I asked her out and she accepted.

Got married in 1978 & had our 42nd anniversary in March.

 

[poormansporsche]

Well come on then, isn’t it mandatory for you the thread creator to tell us your story?

Wasn't it on Byker Grove

 

[Wolfie1]

I met my wife on a works christmas night out, she too was on a christmas night out with her work mates and we were in a place that that we both would never normally have gone, weird this but we met on the anniversary of my dads death.
We never knew this until our wedding day but my granda and his wife, my mum and dad and us all had our reception at the same place!!!

 

[Deleted member 65149]

In the thread that gave birth to this one, I briefly related the story of how my wife and I met. Here’s a bit more detail.

At the beginning of January 1985 I was sent to Mongolia to discuss with the directors of their national telecoms company (Montel) their requirements for improvements and expansion to their countrywide network. We were in the process of bidding for the consultancy to drive the project. Only a couple of weeks before setting off I had no real idea of exactly where the country was, so my Christmas was spent attempting lots of research (no Internet to help me back then.) What I did manage to find out was that it got very cold there in the winter, with temperatures regularly dropping to 40 degrees below zero (that’s the same in C and F).

So it was that one week into the new year and after a 30 hour stopover in Beijing due to lack of coordinating flights, that I landed in Ulaanbaatar on a bitterly cold Friday afternoon. I was not really ready to face what was pretty much an unknown, except for being well kitted out in the best cold weather gear I could buy. Montel’s International Director met me straight off the plane and escorted me past all the security to a waiting car, which whisked me off to one of the few hotels in Mongolia’s capital city. After confirming my Saturday morning appointments, my Montel contact left me to settle in.

With a couple of hours of daylight left that afternoon, I decided it would be useful to have a look around to try to get a feel for the place. Covered up better than Roald Amundsen looking for the South Pole, I set off in the hope of finding the city centre - no decent maps, let alone GPS to guide me back then. Fortunately I quickly happened upon the heavily Russian influenced main square surrounded by its austere buildings and overbearing government house.

I walked to the middle of the snow covered square and stopped to look at the statue of one of the country’s heroes, Sukhbaatar - a leader in the 1921 Mongolian Revolution. As I stood there marvelling at the snow clad mountains surrounding the city that formed a frame for the incredibly deep blue sky, I almost forgot about how cold it was. It was just then that I spotted two smallish figures walking towards me. They were both even better clad against the bighting cold than me; I could barely see their eyes. I was a bit taken aback when they stopped next to me, then a little scarf-muffled voice asked, “Can you help us?”

That voice turned out to belong to the beautiful young lady who would become my wife 3 years later. She and her friend were 20 something students who had just started to learn English. Back in 1985 I looked very much out of place in the country that had only just opened its borders to foreigners. The two students recognised me as someone who may have English as my mother tongue, someone who would hopefully be able to speak the language better than their Mongolian teacher.

And so began 25 fascinating years of discovery. Despite having to fight the Home Office and successfully beat them in court, despite an acrimonious and very expensive divorce from my first wife, and despite the traumas of my new wife’s failed pregnancies, it’s now a wonderful life for us with our gorgeous and amazing daughter. If Coronavirus let’s me, I’m looking forward to a lot more of this.

 

[Bobby Dazzler]

The comprehensive school I attended had tennis courts surrounded by high fences which were perfect for keeping the tennis balls in, but also ideal for keeping the older children out, and so before school and during break times it was the playground for first year pupils.

At around 0815 on my first day at comprehensive school, at the age of 11 years old I stepped into the middle gate of the Cage (as it was known by pupils) and there, stood right by the gate on the lefthand side was my now wife, best friend and soul mate. Grey skirt, grey cardigan, white shirt, dodgy hair do and what I believe were possibly Sue Pollard or Christopher Biggin’s old glasses.

We started to talk and I knew instantly that she was the one for me. At that very moment we became best friends for life and although I didn’t really understand the feelings I felt, I knew that I had never felt them before. Looking back at photos now I think that I may have had my Ready Brek goggles on that day, because in hindsight that hair do and glasses were not a good look.

But love and hormones are blind and on that day I fell in love. It may have helped that we talked about cars almost straight away - she loves cars as much as I do, but perhaps draws the line more easily than I do - and she told me about her Dad’s cars, many of which featured in my well-thumbed Observers Book of Cars and I Spy Cars books.

I’m from a very humble background and Mrs D was very fortunate by comparison, and so I would be fibbing if I said that her Dad having a then new Sierra Sapphire Cosworth and Sierra Cosworth RS500, her mom having a then new XR3i Cabriolet didn’t catch my attention! She was wonderfully modest about it, part of her charm which remains today.

She’s stunningly beautiful on the outside and even more so on the inside. She’s the same as me in so many ways but completely polar opposite in so many more, which means that we never tire of eachother’s company. She allows me to indulge in my passion for cars, so even if it does mean that she gets all the spiciest metal, then that’s good enough for me.

 

[Meldrew2]

I met my wife seven years ago this month.

I was out with two friends and on a bit of a pub crawl which was due to end at the pub next door to our usual Chinese Restaurant. On an impulse, I suggested going to a different pub, mainly because the draught lager at the pub near the Chinese was usually disappointing. My friends, both bitter drinkers, needed persuasion, but relented.

My wife had been shopping with a friend and - again on impulse - stopped by the same pub for a quick drink. By the time we got there, her quick drink had become several and she was seated on a stool at the bar. I was deputised to get the second round of drinks, and going to the bar, overheard a conversation about Benidorm, and - having both just returned from Benidorm and with my usual shyness inhibited by several pints at our previous pub, joined in with their conversation.

After a few minutes, and with much gesturing from my friends that emphasised their thirst, I delivered their drinks, left them to their conversation about football and returned to the bar. After a while I ordered three more pints, and asked the barmaid to also pour two drinks for the ladies. Continuing chatting, we noticed that my friends were rubbing their bellies and miming eating. Not wanting to leave, I asked for a phone number (not like me, I'm usually rather shy) and it was duly given (not like my wife, she's usually shy likewise) thanks to several Lagers (me) and Jack Daniels (hers).

And that's how it started...

 

[GeeJayW]

Works canteen in 1976.

 

[Ted]

Pretty boring with Mrs Ted and myself. It was a blind date - her husband had just been done for embezzling a ton of money from Jaguar and then buggered of with the secretary of a dodgy company he had started.
The interesting one is the one my mum told me about how she and my dad met.
They were separately living in a hostel in Coventry after the war.
My mum was queuing for fag rations for her friend when my dad shouted out that they shouldn’t be serving her fags as she didn’t smoke.
My mum’s response was “Well why are you giving him soap? He doesn’t bloody wash!”

Apparently the first date was one to remember too.

 

[Deleted member 6183]

A blind date that I never showed up for.

 

[Deleted member 65149]

A blind date that I never showed up for.

Was your white stick in for its B service?

 

[ringway]

True story.

There was a girl at secondary school. I think her name was Tina O'Brien.
She was delightfully beautiful.
Long, wavy, blond hair and slightly tanned skin. Lovely figure etc. A year older than I was.

I would be around 13-14 years-old and although I was reasonably good-looking back then, there was no way I was going to ask her out.

So, I got a mate to ask her for me.

I watched as he ran over the other side of the playground to ask her, and with bated breath, watched as he jogged back to me with her reply.


"She said to tell you, she wants babies, not rabies."

Pretty cruel, but a blinding one-liner put down all the same.
It didn't really hurt and IIRC I just shrugged my shoulders and that was that.

 

[Bobby Dazzler]

Works canteen in 1976.

Can you summarise it please? I want to know the story but haven’t got time to read all that lot!

 

[Swotty]

At a rugby match.

She was playing tight head prop.

 

[Darrell]

In an adult/sex/swingers club in 1999.

We were both single at the time.

 

[Deleted member 149005]

At a rugby match.

She was playing tight head prop.

You sure that was her position

 

[Stratman]

Ours is a holiday romance. I was on a package tour to Phoenix and Los Angeles, saw this lovely girl on the same holiday. The hotel did an all day trip to the Grand Canyon, which was expensive and around five hours each way. I gained my USA PPL the year before and priced up hiring a C172. Much cheaper than the organised trip, the rest is history. Married 37 years this September.