How Did It All Begin??

My boyfriend and I met in a forum too. We both frequently went into the chat room and made a lot of posts. He's 4 years younger than me, but we balance each other out so well. We fell in love before meeting, we joke about "love before first sight." His dad is American, and he came over here to visit his father, who lives 7 hours by car from me. We had 3 wonderful days together. I then flew out to visit him Columbus Day weekend. He just left here yesterday after being here for two weeks. We know we are meant to be together, I am looking for a job over there and we can't wait to begin our lives together. WE both definitely feel like we know each other so well, so much better than if we had met in person, being forced to talk to each other. I feel so lucky to have finally found the love of my life.

Ian and I met on IRC around 1999 or so on an IRC chatroom called Kittiez.  We dated for two weeks and I thought he was a bit weird and cut things off. We didn't talk for about two years and after some bad relationships and whatnot, we started chatting again out of nowhere. I honestly put no trust into it at first, thinking this won't last two months. Two months go by..then a year and then two and we are going to be together for five years come this November. He is the best thing that has ever happened to my life. The first time I saw him at the airport he came over and gave me a huge kiss and hugged me so tight. I won't ever forget it. Then the first time I went over to see him was in July 2004 for 4 weeks. I was so nervous as it was only my second time flying and seeing him. I almost didn't have a passport at the time as I found out if you don't get it expidited *sp?* it can take two months to get!  He came over twice more in 2004 and then due to money issues neither of us could afford to fly so for a long year and a half we didn't see each other except to chat on msn everyday which did help. Then this past May I had enough money to go see my darling for a week (my stupid work only gives us 2 weeks vaca time  ) and he just left today after a wonderful 3 week visit. I plan on going back this June though and by this November I am hoping to get the fiancee visa and move there to be with the love of my life. I knew from the moment I first saw him at the airport and everytime I spend time with him, he is the love of my life.

Nearly two years ago, when the company I had been working for (for nearly 12 loooong years!) went under, I decided it was time to make a change in my life.  I had always been obsessed with the idea of living in the UK and now I needed a new career...so I put the two together and decided to go to university in London.  I moved here in January of 2006 and it was the best decision I've ever made in my life!

In early March, one of my flatmates invited me to her birthday party at a hip club in the city.  I didn't really want to go--pubs are more my style--but my mother always told me never turn down an invitation to go somewhere you might meet someone...so I went.  Thank god!  Because she had also invited her brother--this gorgeous, sexy, brilliant and hilariously funny man with the most beautiful Yorkshire accent I'd ever heard.  (Am I gushing much?!)  We found a quiet corner, talked all night until the club closed, and that was that.  We just knew that we were meant to be together.  And we've been inseparable ever since.  Our first 'proper' date was on St. Patrick's day.  We were in a pub in Westminster when he said to me, "I feel like I should be getting down on one knee and proposing..."  And this past weekend, on the one year anniversary of our first meeting, he did just that!  We hope to be married within the year.

Moral of the story: you never know when the love of your life is going to turn up.  I keep thinking to myself...all of the decisions a person makes, from the enormous (leaving the US; returning to uni) to the miniscule (going to a party), can have such a HUGE impact on your life.  Take risks!  Follow your dream!  And never, ever turn down an invitation!

Marybeth

Yup, internet.  Met in a chatroom and carried on a platonic e-penpal relationship for a few months.  Then I went to Europe on vacation and decided to stop in Exeter (where he was studying) and maybe have coffee with him.  It was so platonic that I didn't know his phone number or what he looked like (no photos exchanged).  He was supposed to pick me up at the train station wearing a Manchester United shirt.  We almost missed each other when my train came in late on the wrong platform.  And 10 years later, after 8 years of marriage, the rest as they say is history...

He was supposed to pick me up at the train station wearing a Manchester United shirt. 

And there must have been at least 10 other guys wearing Man U tops! 

I know....I closed my eyes and picked one    I had to resort to subterfuge - hiding my watch to get a closer look by asking him the time, then his name when I got braver.

my band was getting ready to play some shows in the UK and started promoting ourselves through myspace. One girl from the UK stood out as being very excited to come see us play. At our firlst gig she intoduced herself to me, as she had recognized me from the pictures on our website. We talked some that night but didn't realize that we had mutual feeling towards each other. A month later we started emailing back and forth and the conversation moved towards why I was still single. Then it moved into "do we like each other?"

We've been in contact with each other in some way almost everyday since then and I have been to visit her as well. She'll be coming to the States to visit, with her children, in August. I'll be back over in October. We are planning for me to move to the UK early next year.

I also have a sister who has been int the UK for about 12 years and was naturalized last year. So I feel very fortunate to have some family in the UK, as well as my annual visits over the past 12 years. I'm looking forward to my UK life.

DB and I met through work.  I had recently become a single mom to my DD (she had just turned 1), when I was offered a position with a company (Oct 2006).  I had changed jobs a couple times before, but I must say, b/c of the new responsibility of my daughter, deciding to take on a job with much more responsibility was a very difficult decision to make.  I cried many tears over that decision, even though I knew I had only one choice...take it.  Otherwise, I would be kicking myself if I didn't.  So I did and thank goodness I did, otherwise I wouldn't ahve met DB,

At this point in my life, with being a single mom, having gone through a few bad relationships and my daughter's donor (doesn't deserve the name father), being the loser that he is, I was done with relationships and OK with it.  I had accepted that I would probably be alone the rest of my life...well, not really alone, but me and my daughter, and I had come to terms with it.   

After a few weeks of working at the new company, I was asked to travel to London to meet my colleagues in the London office, so off I went.  This was the first time I was away from my daughter, for any prolonged amount of time, so it was not easy.  I was there for almost a week and on the very last day, my DB came to bar at the hotel we were staying at, with my other London colleagues, to have drinks (I didn't even notice him then) and then went to dinner with us afterwards.  He sat directly across from me.  It was a rather large table, b/c there were several of us (me being the only girl - oh how difficult my job is!!!  .  I noticed him at the end of the table and figured he was married like all the other, so didn't pay him much attention, but I did ask the person next to me, who he was.  When they told me, I realized I had heard a lot about him prior to the trip to London.  During the dinner, another colleague of mine stated that my DB was single.  My ears perked up and suddenly I noticed him more...I must admit, I was attracted to him, but just ignored it, b/c whats the point if he is marred!  After the dinner, we went to the bar at the hotel again and DB and I began chatting and found that we had a lot in common.  After many drinks and closing the bar down, we decided to call it a night.  He gave me his business card and told me to email him.  When I got back to the office in the states on Monday, I emailed him.  We exchanged emails for a few weeks and then began calling eachother. 

I decided on a whim (which is not like me) to go visit him for New Years, so I asked him if it would be alright, he said of course, so off I went.  We had the best time and got along so well.  Before I left, we discussed becoming an official couple and the rest is history.  Since then we see eachother every month.  He comes here one month and I go there the next.  Recently I told my boss that he was responsible for introducing me to the most amazing man in the world, so now the job is aware that we are dating.  I am now in the process of doing my HSMP app and hope to be living in the UK in a years time.

I met my wife in San Francisco 41 years ago. I love her even more now. She is all girl. Now I worry of losing her because of heart issues.
That is life I love so much being around my wife.
This is a different angle from the rest of you I know

Aw, Jay, that is very sweet.  I hope she's healthy and you both have years of happiness to come. 

DH and I met initially through a forum, talking politics, culture, food, etc.  PMs led to email led to the occasional chat online led to talking over a webcam.  Over time, I gradually realised that I really, really liked this guy... and later that I was really giddy and deep-down happy when I'd hear from him.  Neither of us were really looking to meet someone, and were very cautious about the whole idea of meeting over the internet.  We took it very, very slowly. I was at a bit of a crossroads with my job and my personal life, and decided to take him up on his invitation and come for a visit.  I figured that what I felt for him was strong enough that it deserved a chance to see if it was "real", instead of just putting it down to something else.  If it worked out, then terrific... if it was just OK, I got a nice holiday in the UK with a pen friend... and if it was terrible, I would never have to see him again.

We were on the train from Manchester Airport to Leeds and were talking along.  No big fireworks yet, as we both were keeping our cool, enjoying eachother while trying to suss out how the other was reacting to this first meeting in the flesh after all that conversation and email.  He reached across the table, as we were talking, and took my hand.  He started, very shyly, to run his index finger over the top of my hand... I smiled at him... and as the train cleared at one of the stations, he leaned over and kissed me, mid sentence.  If you haven't gathered, I can talk a lot! 

I know it sounds very romance novel, but my heart just turned over.  There were many, many other moments, good and bad, in the 4 yrs that came between that kiss and his proposal and our marriage, but the moment of that kiss still can bring happy tears to my eyes. 

We've been married for two years now and I've never been so happy in my life.   

We met on a Yahoo UK chat.  We were both going through something and I think we just needed someone to talk to.  It's still a surprise at how fast we connected.  It just felt right from the beginning and feels good everyday. 

well it began on the internet... and i can tell you how it ended too.. he just stopped talking to me..
  *sniffle*
i havn't heard from him in over 2 months!

well it began on the internet... and i can tell you how it ended too.. he just stopped talking to me..
  *sniffle*
i havn't heard from him in over 2 months!

Oh dear!!  Hugs to you!!

well it began on the internet... and i can tell you how it ended too.. he just stopped talking to me..
  *sniffle*
i havn't heard from him in over 2 months!

  

well it began on the internet... and i can tell you how it ended too.. he just stopped talking to me..
  *sniffle*
i havn't heard from him in over 2 months!

I'm so sorry!