agreed, adorable.

I met my (now ex-) husband after a five minute chat on AOL. He asked if I wanted to see Liquid Soul that night, I said yes, gave him my address and phone number and let him pick me up (uh, not very safe, I know). We went to Double Door to see LS, had a great time, and the rest is history. Had a friendly break-up six years later, so I'm going to go post in the singles thread now... bye.

edit: oh, and how he proposed... night before my birthday in a park between dearborn and clark, around oak street in chicago. it was very cold and we were cutting through the park after dinner at the hancock. he got down on one knee, said a bunch of stuff that i don't remember because I was crying too hard, and when he asked me to be his wife, I said, "Are you sure?" finally i said yes, and that was that.

I was married previously, for a little over four years. We have a son who is 8, divorced fairly amicably.

Josh and I met two years ago last july at a fundraiser/show thing that myself, Spade and a couple others threw together from the CMJ board. It was an all day band thing. We kinda met there. Talked briefly. But it was a little while later at one of his shows we hit it off and became friends. I was getting out of a relationship and he had just ended a brief one. After my ex and I split the friendship kinda took a turn and we realized how much we were alike etc that we knew we had to give it a shot. So we did.

4 months later we got engaged after joking about it a lot for a couple days, I was home sick and we just kinda made it official. Married ten months later. We celebrated our one year anniversary in october and now we're reproducing.

haha, my band performed at that fundraiser. man we sucked.

My sister-in-law set my future wife and I up on a date because my brother and future wife worked together and said brother was showing a bit too much interest in co-workerdom with said future wife. Future wife and self proved combustibly compatible.

There were kind of some problems with said brother later on. Yeah.

I enjoyed your set.

My wife and I met on a Tuesday night at a Chicago bar called Danny's.
I was buzzing pretty good and after I got her number, I asked my friends:
"Was she cute? She looked really cute, but I know that I'm pretty drunk. She was cute, right?"

My friends all assured me that she was, in fact, cute and I called her the next day.

We had our first date that weekend and... 12 years and 2 kinds later, here we are.

My wife and I's story is one of those typical 'how not to start a wonderful relationship' stories.

Back in Sep of 98, I was working at a theatre at the college where I'd graduated three years previous. My wife was a senior at said college. So yes, she was a freshman when I was a senior. It was a small college and I knew who she was when I was there, but she was a total bitch and we travelled at opposite/opposing ends of the same circle of 'friends'.

I had drank 3/4 of a bottle of mezcal and was hanging out with some friends who both worked at the theatre (summerstock theatre) and were just starting their senior year of college. As I was too hammered to leave the campus and go back to where I was staying, I was hanging out in the dorms.

My now-wife walked in a was kidding around with everyone else. She had had a bottle of mead and was pretty drunk, as well - but working on sobering up.

Mix in some grass and our common friend's comment to me about my now-wife of "she's pretty easy...you two would have a good time" and we end up back in my now-wife's room.

I hated where I was living during this time with the theatre and I, for all intents and purposes, moved in to her dorm room - the NEXT DAY. Seriously. After sobering up, we hit it off REALLY well (obviously).

Up until that point, she had primarily dated women for the past three or four years and I was something of a train wreck at the time. Within a couple of months, we essentially shared a brain and were inseparable. I actually turned down a theatre job in MD as it would've meant that we'd have broken up, instead I took a job in the area at a scene shop. She graduated and moved in with me and got a sweet job in real estate in the area. I ended up getting an office job in the same building as her a year or two later.

We stayed together straight on through and we got engaged on St. Patrick's Day of 2000 (by accident, sort of). We were married on 4/20/02 and it's been 3 1/2 years if bliss. No kids, no pets. Maybe that's the secret to a happy marriage.

And, no, I wasn't married before.

i'm from maryland, my wife is from virginia...but we both met out here when we worked for the same comapny back in '98. we were both involved in other relationships, but quickly became the best of friends. both of our breakups occured at around the same time, so we just kinda went for it.

i finally proposed 3 years ago. i played it up like i had forgotten our anniversary...she was pissed, so i pleaded for her to let me make it up to her by taking her out to lunch. she agreed, and as i continued to drive up into the mountains, she got more and more confused. after about an hour, we pulled into Gold Lake Spa - a posh little resort on a lake in the mountains. it has an amazing restaurant, natural hot springs, etc. she'd been wanting to go forever. so she's all excited, and we have an amazing lunch with wine and a gorgeous view from the restaurant. after lunch, we take a walk around the lake...and she's fully content and ready to go. i say, "i have one more surprise for you", and we walk up to the spa area where they are waiting to give us each massages. she's super-stoked now. after the massages, i am the man...she's so happy. but wait, there's more...i ask her if she want's to take a peak into one of the few small, quaint cabins on the lake. we walk up to one, and as she's peaking in the window i pull out the key and open the door. "we're spending the night!". more points for me . so we go soak in the hot springs, etc until our 9 course dinner with paired wines. this was by far the best dinner ever. so we stumble back to the cabin...she's ready to just turn in...that's when i go get the ring, get on a knee and lay it on her. seriously the best day of my life by far.

Dude. I'd marry e-stone.

very romantic, Jason... well played!

me too, fu. I want that to happen to me.

I can't take you across state lines.

yup.

i've come to the conclusion, i'm NEVER getting married. i can't even hold on to a relationship, let alone commit. but, more power to those who are married... i could never do it.

Cmon now. I thought driving a car looked hard when I was seven.

Dri, never say never, but I understand what you are saying. Marriage isn't for everyone, and I think it's wrong for people to assume that it is. Just like having kids isn't for everyone. Just because you CAN isn't reason enough to do everything in life.

I'm sure other married folks here can attest, it ain't easy. There are definite peaks and valleys, and it's all about confidently and carefully navigating through the valleys and appreciating the peaks that make it work.

Neuroboy did you read this?

i met my wife at church
.
.
.
.
.
actually, it was a dance club / bar called "the church". i was bored and probably 10 minutes from leaving for home when she brushed aside me for some water. we started talking, et siterai. she was out celebrating her birthday. she was there with a friend but was wandering by herself after tiffing over politics talk with said friend.

proposed in estes park, colorado at sprague lake after feigning all day like there was no proposal coming. (she thought i was going to propose at estes, but after we were there a while & i didn't, it caught her by surprise.)

1st&last time married.

Busty and Mrs Cap'n dated in highschool and college, off and on for 6 years, mostly on. At some point they broke up and stayed that way for close to a year. She was very, very much off-limits. She and I had always been adversaries, fighting over his time, with me usually winning. Dispite the understanding that she was off limits, I went from hanging out with her to dating her, and did not clear it with Busty first, as any decent human being would've done. A few months in, I told him, and spent a year or so in the dog house. To be fair, his anger was mostly (I think) rooted in the notion that his best friend "hooked up" with his ex girl - how could he know I'd marry her? And I very much fucked the whole process up, in my opinion. Friends don't do that to friends.

After dating for a year, we moved here because she grew up in and liked WI better than GA. 3 years after that, I proposed.

It was snowing and cold as hell, so I got off early from work and went home to build a snowman between the house and the garage, where she'd see it. The plan was to hide, and put the box in his stick hand. Turns out it was so cold, the snow wouldn't stick to itself. She then called and demanded that we meet "after I got off work" at a bar downtown. Couldn't get her to go straight home. So I got our dog, got in the car, went downtown, put the ring box on the dog's collar, and put the dog in her car. I then met her at the bar like I'd come straight for work. After about 5 minutes, I made up an excuse about us leaving, me not feeling good. As she got to her car, she sees the dog and freaks out.. "why is Carmelita in the car?!?!" "I donno, ask her." Door opens, dog has ring box, eventually dog becomes ring-bearer in the wedding (sewed straps onto a pillow, put straps around doggie arms).

edit: busty was best man

Please tell me you named your dog after the Zevon song.

Actually, the humane society named her. She was their darling - they kept her 8 or 9 months, and featured her in their annual calendar. It's hard to place pitbulls. But she is without a doubt the gentlest, sweetest dog I have ever run across. She's terrified of the cat.

Were I at home, I'd post a wedding shot.

wait so how did busty end up in WI? Is he keeping an eye on you two to make sure you don't consumate the vows?

I'm not a fan of pitbulls in general, but the two I've been around a decent amount of time were absolutely awesome. Very gentle and affectionate, albeit a bit dumb.

Pretty crazy story. Much respect for Busty for this. I don't know if I could have ever let you out of the dog house.

Same here. How uncomfortable is it when you're all in the same room... alone? Clothed.