Meet Cute - Tell me the story of how you met your significant other.

[RubyBlue]

Tell me the story of how you met your significant other. I need some hope that eventually I’ll have someone somehow.

 

[Digz]

I met my husband when I was just 16, almost 17. Were were at college together (in Australia). I knew him somewhat as a friend first. He was also so kind and caring with others and had a friend who he supported through depression when she needed. He was also very funny. One day we just started hanging out and he started trying to teach my how to juggle... the rest is history.

That was 21 years ago. As a victim of severe childhood trauma I have often thought that if I hadn't met him so young I don't think I would've survived my teens. It's funny in a way because I have always trusted him but I struggle so much with trust, which is something I'm working on in therapy because I literally trust nobody else. Even my therapist is confused, but happy, as to why I trust my husband so implicitly and always have. He has been with me through everything and makes me laugh every day.

I'm sure the right partner for you is out there somewhere, you just haven't bumped into them yet. Maybe one day they'll show up and teach you how to juggle! ?

 

[Movingforward10]

Cute thread!

I had just turned 26. I had decided that I wasn't worthy of monogamy and long term relationships because of: 'everything', so was just looking to gather a collection of lovers. (I know, best not dwell on that too much).

I put an ad in a lesbian magazine (before the apps and usual hook ups that happen now. Before it was socially acceptable). Got lots of replies, but E's stood out by a mile.
Decided to meet her. (She was the only one I met)
Had an exit planned all lined up in case it was a disaster.
Decided if it did work: it's just for one night only.

Met her.
Liked her.
Decided I would meet her again for another 'one night'.
And then another.
And then another.
I then stopped seeing my other lovers.
And only saw E.

And then, a few months later, I went on holiday with some friends and spent the two weeks texting E the whole time. It was my friends who pointed out I must be in love. I was NOOOOOO. This wasn't the plan.
And had to have a look and talk with myself. All the evidence was there. I couldn't pretend otherwise anymore.
So I came back from my holiday. She collected me from the airport. And soon after she told me she loved me and I told her.

A year later, we moved in together.
10 years ago we had a civil partnership.
And this month we will be celebrating 16 years together.

Hasn't all been plain sailing. But I'm incredibly grateful someone as wonderful as her has chosen me. Blows me away still.

I think the absolute no expectations of anything at the start helped? But I don't know, there is a lot of trauma stuff tied up with it all too.

 

[mumstheword]

I met him through our son's. They were best friends, from school.

My kid's besty (who ended up, my stepson) was being abused by his mum, who was (is, very untreated and mentally) unwell, he used to stay at our house a lot.

My SO got custody of his kid's so I met him, coming to pick up his son.
He had no other friends in town, he moved here, coz his boys were settled in school. We hit it off.

That was 10 years ago, and we are going strong!
There's a lot more to the story, but that will do for now.

 

[bellbird]

We met at university; both studying genetics at postgraduate level.

Our lectures were held in a room with one big table that everyone sat around. We were the only two students who took all of the modules in that class.

We sat next to each other. Our legs would touch under the table, and it felt like my heart was beating out of my chest. It made it very hard to concentrate!

He told me afterwards that he felt exactly the same in those moments.

But it all ended well: we both passed the class with As, and we celebrate our first anniversary next month :happy:

 

[Ronin]

Cute was friends with friends I trusted / still do, and incredibly supportive and respectful of them, unlike NotCute I was married to and very in love with at the time.

I was new to Cute, Cute said, when we started dating, but the whole thing is still cracking me up.

We're still figuring out what we're compatible at and not, several years of dating in, and mostly keeping it chill, so no amazing romance stories, but hey.

Thinking of Cute and reading Cute of everybody else made me grin. ;)

 

[grit]

I met my husband later in life and fell over heels on our first encounter while traveling a country where he was an expat and I was a tourist, even though we were both from the same country! what were the chances? He moved back and we got married. Where I lost any chance of decent childhood, I would say I gained in marriage. We love each other passionately and we respect each other's differences consciously.

I trust him completely. Our lives are absolutely beautiful and full of laughter and kindness. I sometimes wonder if I would ever hit off with my husband if I did not date so much for so long prior to meeting him - having a real true life of adulthood.

I feel I sew all oats and some and I was mature and ready for love and funny enough (or not) did not care nor felt strongly as a barrier about my past horrible childhood (ptsd) until few years in marriage when I decided to give a therapy a shot. All hell broke loose but of course my memory of full adulthood without any mental issues on the foreground (except dating too much and experiencing promiscuity and party girl under by belt)...I was always respectful of my body and mind and tried to build my values where I lacked developmental foundations. So in essence, having strong values and long memory as un-traumazed adult life, give me a way to appreciate my marriage while studiously working on my childhood trauma hidden under a black belt of dissociation.

Here I am. My major underdevelopment and pain is around internal safety and body memory of betrayal of being abused by the one I loved and supposed to love me....where giving love and receiving love was fought in the past but behind me now. Even these separations in my mind are a huge growth and healing for me.

Just like any other dream, I think if you dream of falling in love and finding a person who loves you back and you respect each other, that dream will be manifested. No winner ever thinks about otherwise as often as wining. So keep dreaming and bettering yourself and I hope they show up when you least expect!

 

[Missycat]

I had just come out of my first lesbian relationship of 5 years ( i was married to a man for 3 years prior to this) . my friends wanted to take me out to cheer me up ... this was week 8 of mourning the previous relationship. So they took me to a local town that had some good gay bars. I was watching the cabaret and just happened to look around the room and our eyes met ... that kept happening throughout the night - my gay male friend decided enough was enough and pushed me to buy her a drink and take it over to her ... he also approached her and did the childish ‘my friend fancies you“ routine ... honestly eh?
We chatted , had so much in common , laughed , danced and also fancied the pants of each other ! We kissed goodnight and arranged that i would go watch her play rugby ... i went ... and the rest is history :)
We’ve been together 23 years and been in a civil partnership 9 years. She is my rock , soul mate and best friend (we do argue at times of course ).
So , i do think there is someone out there for everyone *hugs*

 

[Never_falter2]

I just love this thread!

 

[Changing4Best]

We were sitting at a big round table with a bunch of friends in a restaurant. I did not know him. He was telling some funny jokes and these made me laugh a lot. He was cute, with his black hair and foo man choo mustache. He had deep warm brown eyes. I fell in love immediately. We were together for twenty three years. We did get married for which I am so grateful, because I live on his retirement plan. He died in 2005. I miss him a lot still.