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Back in September of 1975, I had been widowed 9 months--my first husband had died after more than 5 years of illness; therefore, his death was not a shock. Because one grieves a lot before an expected death, after 9 months I was ready to socialize again when a friend said she knew a man she wanted me to meet.

We went in a group of several couples to a movie theater that showed old movies--we saw a Marx Brothers movie--in separated seats because we arrived too late to sit together--embarrassing because he had insisted on buying my ticket. Our first real date a week or two later was dinner--we were so busy talking that we hadn't even opened the menu when the waiter came to take our order!

He was separated from his first wife at the time and had gained a reputation as quite the local lover. Concerned friends thought I was too sheltered, innocent,etc. for such a rake Thirty eight years later we are still crazy for each other and feel so very lucky

Hubs and I were both divorced and joined Nexus for a social life - neither of us wanted a long term relationship. He joined a week before I did and someone asked if I could give him a lift as he only lived half a mile away (he doesn't drive).
We got chatting, as you do, and then that progressed to walking the dogs.
I didn't think for one moment he'd be interested in me, as I am 9 years older.
Apparently, he didn't think I'd be interested in him.
Well, it took a few months for the pennies to drop, but when they did, they made a very loud 'boom'!!
We moved in together at the end of '98 and got married in 2000.
Luckily, he and my son get on very well indeed.
And yes, it's still love...

Simon had been my next door neighbour for a while before my marriage broke down. Once it was decided that my ex was moving out and the house was my responsibility, the roof started to leak between our terraced houses so I went to see him about getting it repaired (prior to this I had really only spoken to him once, when I had to get up out of bed, put clothes on over my PJs and go and batter his door to get him to turn down his music in the middle of the night!) Anyway - I explained that OH was on his way out and he said he was on his own most nights if I ever wanted any company....after several Friday and Saturday nights of hitting the bottle on my own, I plucked up the courage one night to take a bottle and knock on his door. We chatted for hours like we had known each other for years and discovered we both liked badminton. We became good friends and eventually one thing led to another one night when I managed to lock myself out of my house.........We bought a motorbike withing about 3 months of going out, then had a new car on order (my divorce retail therapy). I then decided we needed to move to somewhere with a garage so we bought a house and have been here since 2002, finally getting married in 2006 and have built up our collection of 8 cats having started with one each!

It's really lovely to read of so many people finding love second time around!

I met no. 1 at an ashram in London. It lasted 10 years then he opted for a younger model.
I met no. 2 when he looked over my garden wall and asked if I'd seen his son. That was 1995, he's a keeper :0)

Met my husband at the Police Station!!!


And NO I wasn't drunk and disorderly !!!

Met my husband at the Police Station!!!


And NO I wasn't drunk and disorderly !!!

Oh please elaborate @Minsmum, you're really teasing us! Did you work there?

Oh yes, Callyanna, the second time around : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kf646JEGLTI

(I chose this version because the Sinatra versions seemed too slow and draggy)

It is 42 years to the day since I met my husband. I was in my second year at university and we met at an exchange dinner between our halls of residence. I sat next to Chris because it was the closest I could get to someone else I fancied!That person is still in our friendship group - I think I ended up with the right person for me.

I don't have an OH, but even at age 43 I haven't given up hope. Reading your stories is fun and provides encouragement!

My OH was at Loughborough Uni with my best friend. He had a girlfriend the first couple of times we met but as soon as that relationship bit the dust we got together. If memory serves me right I got him drunk and seduced him and then he proposed at the Isle of Man TT in May 1984. December 29th 2014 will be our 30th wedding anniversary.

I'm sure there's someone special out there for you @cblasz !

Met my husband at the Police Station!!!


And NO I wasn't drunk and disorderly !!!

Oh please elaborate @Minsmum, you're really teasing us! Did you work there?

@Minsmum !! If you weren't drunk and disorderly - what were you????

The suspense is killing us

I met my husband when I was in the upper-sixth form of my girls grammar school. We used the local all-male Teacher Training college (as they were called then) as a source of boyfriends and entertainment.

One of my friends was upset because a first-year lad that she liked and had dated for a couple of weeks, told her that he didn't think it was going to work out. Well, the next Friday, the evening on which they held a disco called 'the Birdcage, I decided that I would help Christine to get back together with this boy. We all spent the evening together as part of a larger group and at the end of the evening he walked me back to my car and we made arrangements to meet the following Friday!

Christine wasn't a very happy bunny at school on the following Monday but I was! Andrew and I dated all through the last months of my school, became engaged when I finished my A-levels and stayed together through my time at Loughborough, and then Maria Grey, Teacher Training Colleges, seeing each other most weekends. We married in 1969, as soon as he finished his course, and celebrate our 45th wedding anniversary this year!

PS. Christine did forgive me in the end!
PPS. My mother didn't think it would last, either!

I met OH through work and our first interaction was actually a stand up row in the office. However I did fancy him. He was painfully shy and it took my American friend to get us together because there was not a way he would ask me out without some encouragement.

She organised a workaholic's lunch one Sunday but neglected to tell either of us that she had only invited just two people, and not the team. He gave me a lift to the restaurant (The Bradgate at Cropston), and then we realised we had been stitched up as only the two of us were there. He proposed after 6 weeks, and we married 5 months later. Just celebrated our silver wedding anniversary.