How Did It All Begin??

awesome we will be living in Newquay..

it's nice to see that just over 50% of the couples on here met through the internet.. here's our story:

I was bored on Livejournal one day, and did a search for people in NH that liked DnB - this guy Jesse popped up who happened to live in Manchester (where I was born).  I added him to my friends list and we got to talking, he was a cool guy.  He had met Rory (my fiancee) online somehow (not sure how actually) and had added Rory to his livejournal account.

I swear that I commented to Rory and Im'ed him first, and he swears that he commented to me and IM'ed me first - we know that we responded to a comment or had a comment responded to on one of Jesse's old posts (since deleted - damnit) - but we just can't agree on who started things

I had friends getting married in Scotland in sept of 2002, and Rory had ever-so-kindly agreed to be my date (we started speaking in the summer of 2002, June or July I think).  Too bad that I ran out of money and couldn't go ( :\\\'(). 

Nevertheless, I booked tickets to go see my friends (and stay with Rory) in August of 2003, and ended up meeting him Dec 28 2003.  He asked me whilst laying bed 3 days later "what would you say if I asked oyu to marry me?" to which I said "if you ever ask, i'll say yes"... so on Jan 2nd 2006 - he asked, and I said yes!

In between Dec 28 2003 and Jan 2 2006, I visited him once more (April) - moved over to study abroad (July - July) then returned home (with him in tow - July-Aug), went back and visited twice (Dec - when we got engaged, and March) - and will be moving over for good in June.

There's a longer more involved version including why I didn't study in Spain (went, hated it, returned home early, he jokingly said "study at my uni".. so I did) - but those are all extra details

Well we aren't together but I'll tell the story of how I met him anyway!

Two summers ago when I was 17, I went to Wales for vacation during the summer (family living there). One of my cousins was getting married during my stay there, so I went to her wedding. At the afterparty, my aunt came up to me and said that a boy in the room "fancied me" (I love that word, so cute! Hah, anyway) so I just shrugged it off and said, "Oh. Cool."

Little while later, I'm talking to my cousin and all of a sudden my aunt is tugging on me. So I turn around and she's standing there with this sooo incredibly handsome guy. She took my hand, put it in his, and pushed us onto the dancefloor for a slowdance. After the initial embarassment and "Hi, who are you?" were out of the way, we danced the rest of the night, went over to the bar and bought drinks and talked. When I left I thought I'd never hear from him again.

Week later, my uncle came over (I was still in Wales) and he said this boy had given me his address to keep in touch. The second I got home in the States I wrote him a letter, and we've been writing to eachother ever since. He's amazing.

Here's my story.

After my high school graduation, I went back packing in Europe for 4 months.  I ran out of money and had to return 2 weeks earlier than expected.  On the night that i was supposed to originally return home, Hallowe'en night, I went out to a hallowe'en party with my best friend and her (boring) boyfriend.  I dressed up as Raggedy Ann, that night.  I had never, nor haven't since dressed up for Hallowe'en night.  The party was extremely boring so I insisted that my friends take me to a bar that some of my other friends were at.  We walked in the bar and there was a guy in the entrance way, dressed as a priest in ceremonial garb (the pom-pom on the hat..), who says to me "I know you from somewhere"  "me too," I said.  While we were waiting in line to get in, he chit chatted with us, hit on my friend, and then says to us "I can lick my stamp and transfer it to your hand.."  After declining, he left and my friend and I tuned to each other at the same time, and said "what an a**hole!"  we finaly got in and met my friends and had a great time.  A little while later, I was dancing and I look over, and there he was, dancing with this very large, very scary looking woman (her boyfriend was buying him drinks, or so he says..), he turns to her, and says "gotta get back to my date.."  and grabs me.  We danced for a few songs, he bought me a beer and then he gave me his phone number.  I left and felt the wrath of my friends who could not believe that I had allowed myself to be "picked up in a bar".  I went home and told my mom that I had met someone.  He went home and said the same thing.  By the next day, I was convinced I was not going to call him because you only meet a**holes in bars.  The next night, I had a dream about him and I called him in the morning.  We went to a faculty concert at the university that night.  There was a harpest playing, a concerto for one person.  She had cymbols in between her knees, a wash board, chimes, really a one man band.  My charming date laughed OUT LOUD through the whole thing.  I was mortified.  We recovered though because from that night on, we were inseparable and have been ever since - that was 20 years ago.

As like the majority here, I met my husband in a chatroom march 13, 1999. Actually, he was chatting to my sister when I came in and asked who she was talking to her reply was 'this guy from England'. So, I sat with her a bit and read their conversation, I thought to myself, I am never going to see this or even meet him as we are in two different countries...........let's have fun with this.  So, I was the most sarcastic and annoying person I had ever been to anyone and what shocked me the most was he asked if I would be on-line the next night. I was completely floored. But at the same time flattered. After that I was my true self and we emailed and instant messaged for about a month and then started writing and phoning each other before he came over to the states and met face to face in June '99. We became engaged that week and I had to stay behind to obtain my visa (which took about 4 months) and finally went over to england in December.  We were married in April 2000.
The funny thing was after only about a week to two weeks of chatting and emailing him I knew he was the one for me. This was BEFORE I saw what he looked like. Funny that!

My fiance and I met through www.americansingles.com.  He was in DC for training and was there for 5 weeks before he moved to London for his latest job post.  We met in person a few days after "meeting" online and the rest was history.  We started talking about my moving, etc. and I did 5 months after he left. 

How did it all begin for us? It started when Dan and I were members on a popular music board. We were friends then. He posted topics that I really liked. Anything with space or science mainly and I will go see what he wrote. We teased each other sometimes and he was very sweet to me. One day I was going to leave the board because of a bad incident. I was upset and was just deleting a few bits of information. He sent me a message that he didn't want me to leave. I still wanted to get away from the ugliness but said I will return and talk to him. A few months passed and I returned and wanted to say hi. We then got to chatting by messenger and something happened between us. We grew very close and started to see each other. I then returned to the board but left after awhile because some fool tried driving a wedge between us. Dan left a little later and followed me to another music board where we have been ever since. I afforded a trip to Wales to meet him face to face. We were already falling in love with each other before our meeting and we will be together for 3 years this June. We have been to each other's countries and met each other's families. I do enjoy Wales very much and hope to make my fourth trip this year by September-October. I am struggling with employment right now so I am unsure about the month to be with him. It has been very hard for me last year because of health problems with my family and quitting a job that treated me poorly. He has been with me through good times and bad. He has been my rock when I mourned the loss of my beloved pet. We want to be much closer to each other and live together in Wales. I am willing to follow him anywhere. We talked about places to live in and I even asked if he wanted to live in America with me but he does like Wales and I love it myself. I still remember the first time I told him I loved him and the joy I got when he said he loved me too. I'll do whatever it takes to be a citizen of the United Kingdom for the man I love.   

My husband and I met when I had actually come over to London to visit a different British boyfriend that I had met online a couple years earlier.  In September 2001 I fly over and this guy picks me up from the airport and on the way to his place tells me he is seeing another girl and we are going to go out with her the next night. I say no way! and we argue and have a huge fight. I end up sleeping on his couch and the next morning he says "I think you need to leave. I booked you a hotel. It's the least I could.".  He takes me to the hotel and drops me off. When I check in the prat just made the reservation - he didn't pay for it!! I was stuck in a 4 star hotel and stranded in London without knowing how to get around or even get back to the airport.  I checked into the hotel room and decided I wasn't going to be cooped up for a week  so i decided to go for a walk.  I ended up finding an EasyInternet cafe and thought I would get online and maybe someone in a chat room could offer some advice. Needless to say most guys I encountered only really wanted one thing. Then this guy walks and sits down and we start talking. He says he can help me find a bit cheaper hotel. We go next door to McDonalds and have a coke and sit and chat a while. He walks me back to my hotel (but doesn't come inside!) He leaves his mobile number with me and I put my faith and trust in this complete stranger and sure enough he shows up the next day!  He drove me around until he found a nice and cheap hotel for the rest of my trip. He still doesn't even come inside while I get settled.  He asks if we can get together after he gets off work and i say I would like that and the least I could do was buy him dinner as a thank you.  And for the rest of the week we spend all our time together outside of his work.  I actually thought at the time he was a bit of a geek. I told him I wasn't looking for anything to happen. And I wasn't attracted to him at the time. He never tried to pull anything on me and was always a perfect gentleman.We drove down to Southampton for the weekend and I met one of his friends.  At one point I excused myself to the loo and when  I came back his friend asked if I had thought about extending my ticket to stay longer. My husband piped up immediately that he had wanted to ask me but didn't know how. I said I would try and I managed to do so but said I couldn't afford another week paying for a hotel room.  He had to female flatmates at the time and they said they didn't mind if I stayed there.  We spent the next week together and during that time I realized how great of a guy this was. He was kind, caring, gentle, and sensitive.  I started thinking .. hey, I lilke this guy! One night he took me by surprise and he planted a kiss on me.  I didn't pay any heed to it cause I thought "what's he doing". I thought maybe it was a cultural thing. We started to get a bit cozy with each other and then it was time for me to leave.  We decided we really liked each other but wouldn't leave the other with a committment as we were worlds apart and if one of the other found someone else we would tell the other.  At christmas time he made a trip over and things began to get more serious. He decided he could see a future with me but wanted to take things slowly to make sure.  So every other month then on one of us was flying to see the other until we got married in October 2003!

That is terrible what the other guy did to you but thankfully you found your sweetheart.

I love these stories!

Whispersarah that is a wonderful story of how you two met! Your husband sounds like a great guy! 

I too love these stories.  It's also nice to relate to other people who have met there other halves in similar ways. 

Keep the stories coming! this is so cool.  Someone should write a book called "UK- Yankees and how they met the loves of their lives"   

LOL sounds cool. 

I have not actually had a chance to tell mine, most of my friends knew bits of it anyway and haven't asked.  So, if you'll allow me to go on a little bit.  I met my fiance in a college bar during a Sci Fi club social.  I was in England to get an MA.  I went with another American I had met a few weeks before going to the same school.  I also had a boyfriend back in America.  My friend and I went up to a group of people, and my fiance was among them.  He asked me like a million questions and was really annoying me, but he knew of some great places to go out, and I was desperate to go out.  So, that Friday a group of us all went out together, and from then on he would organise Friday nights out and a bunch of us would go.  We had a Wednesday class together too, so a few of us would hang out after that too.  During this time, he earned a silly nickname that we still use as an endearment.  About December, I realised that the bank I was banking through had lost my loan check, and there was no way to continue my education there.  I fought really hard with the bank, and after I was back in the States, they did find the money so I wasn't going to have to work off money I didn't even get to see.  My fiance was really upset when he found out I was leaving.  He even offered to help me pay for my schooling, but I said no.  I stayed in England through Christmas and New Years since my boyfriend at the time, and my parents were coming to visit. 

I came back to America completely upset over what had happened.  I still talked to my fiance a lot on the computer.  I had planned to move down to where my boyfriend at the time was living to get his masters, but about a month before I was set to do this, he broke up with me saying that it wasn't right.  I had planned to go back to school there, and it was a thousand miles away from my home.  B (my fiance) was the first person I told about all of this and helped me make the decision to still go back to school.  So I moved a thousand miles away from anyone, and I was lonely for a little while.  We were talking everyday then on line, and he was really supportive.  We began to flirt and realised we both had feelings.  I also began to call him because it was nice to hear his voice. 

During last summer, many things happened.  His father was next to the bus that exploded on July 7th, but was thankfully unharmed.  Then about a week later his mother passed away in a hospital.  I was one of the first people he tried to call about this.  All through the process he'd call me everyday to tell me what he was doing.  I think it kept him sane.  I was really upset that I could not get a ticket to go see him, it was too expensive.  So I made plans to go at Christmas, because I thought it would be hard holiday on him, since his parents were divorced and he'd have one less place on his list to go to for the holidays.  I went to see him for about two and a half weeks.  We had such a great time.  His family was out of the country, so we had a great holiday just the two of us.  It was then he brought up getting married.  I thought he was joking, but he convinced me he wasn't.  It was hard to leave, but I had to come back to work.  But, he came this March for my birthday and to meet my parents.  I'll be back there in June so we can celebrate his birthday, and then we'll be getting married in July!