Just For Fun…how did you meet your better half??

jaglvr said:
He handles the long term finances, I handle all the bills, and I got to attend all the kids' activities...he'd go screaming all the way when I told him it was a mandatory one (ie: concerts, playoffs, etc)....
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^ Wow...is this my DW posting here ? That sounds just like me.
(Part of longevity I'm sure is that I don't see all the bills)

I used to say there are only two rules --
1) I am right.
2) If in doubt, consult rule #1.

Actually remember that from a High School gym teacher/coach -- worked with the kids and works in my office, not so much with DW.
 
DH and I rode the school bus together (he's a year older). Our houses were about a mile apart out in the country near our little town. My family started going to the same church his family attended and we were always paired together for special music duets once we got to high school. We started dating his senior, my junior year and have been together ever since - together 33 years, married 28 and blessed with two boys.
 
justdoit19 said:
With all the longevity on this thread…what’s the secret??

And GO!
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Ok I’ll give an example , DW is a great baker and makes some awesome deserts from time to time. She makes a cake, I eat it and she says that’s a big piece and if I don’t eat it I get don‘t you like the cake? So I guess the answer is just smile and wave boys, smile and wave……
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Met the CINC-HOUSE during a leadership conference in the middle of Corn Country. Her best friend was married to the guy I was teamed up with, for the duration of said conference.

We hit it off, found every dive bar and Irish pub within 50 miles of the base for a couple weeks, then went our separate ways.

Four months later, she calls me up and tells me she's flying out for a week-long visit, right after Thanksgiving.

She's still visiting, 22 years and 3 kids later.

I'm am nothing, without her.
 
We were soldiers once and young and then we grew up.. Life can do that to you.
 
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We worked at the same hospital, me as a respiratory therapist, her a resident. We were paired off along with a senior nurse to do a transport to a small community hospital to pick up a neonate who had difficulty breathing. In fact, the 3 day-old would stop breathing every time she fell asleep. ("Ondine's Curse" was the eventual diagnosis. The normal buildup of carbon dioxide in your blood that triggers a nerve that makes you breathe wasn't doing it's job! The baby eventually received a pacemaker for her diaphragm & I assume she has been good to go ever since.)
I liked her because she wasn't the typical doctor; she would smile, joke about, & hang out off-duty with the staff ( a big no-no back in the day). I was seeing someone else & left that job for LE, but worked per diem shifts on my days off to keep up my skills. A female friend advised, "XX always liked you but you were seeing YY & since you're not anymore, why don't you ask her out. She's leaving for another hospital next month." I did & we got married 2 years later. 32 years together, & we have 2 kids (Wouldn't move in with me before marriage tho :(
1st month of marriage was great! She lived in the city, me in the burbs. She came out every weekend, cooked, dropped off her paycheck, stayed overnight ;) & left Sunday afternoon. Friends asked me how marriage was: I said it was great! Should've done it years ago! DW moved in a month later.... which was even better :rolleyes:
PS: The last time she was on time was our wedding day!
PPS: When the kids were small she used to ask me, "What do you think, Tylenol or Motrin for their fever? I'd say, "I was out playing frisbee on the Quad the day they taught pharmacology, maybe you should make the call!"
 
AF6872 said:
Forty-Six years = I have the only key to the gun safe
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Ah ..never give DW the key (or combo) to the gun safe for a number of reasons. There is no need to know !
Unfortunately, I gave her a shelf for jewelry and papers, and that frequently encroaches on "my space," and the occasional inquiry -- "what are those worth." (I hope she never sells them for what I tell her they are worth !)
 
justdoit19 said:
We attended a beautiful wedding this weekend. Got us all reminiscing about how we met our spouses.

I was the soda jerk, and he the dough boy, at a pizza parlor. Love at first bite 🍨 🍕 ♥️♥️
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I first met the future Mrs. Day-Tripper at work, in 1992, at what our office called The Smoking Room. Lighting up our Marlboros and Camels and Salems and Winstons and Parliaments and Kools and Kents, etc. at our desks had just been prohibited but the powers that be were sympathetic and dedicated a room with tables and numerous ashtrays for those of us whom enjoyed our cancer sticks (probaby at least 50% back then). We kicked the habit in 1996, when the kids started to come along.
 
Capt MJ said:
O’Club at NATO base in Naples. NIMITZ Battle Group was in. Think bar scene in first “Top Gun,” no singing though. Bar was awash in aviators and officers from all communities. Dice cups were rolling. Hands were sketching movements in the air. Noise level was high.

I NEVER went to the Club when big fleet groups were inport. I had just flown in from 3 weeks in Palermo where one of my USNS tankers had been repeatedly delayed in a repair facility, and I went down there to bust through Italian molasses-like summer working speed. I always parked my car at the O’Club as a safe place. Taxi dropped me off, I threw my bags in the car, decided to walk into the Club and have some pasta at the bar, as I knew I had nothing in my apartment. I was tired, hungry, hot, and not feeling social. I walked into the Club and 3 steps into the room realized why it was packed wall to wall with men. I felt like meat on a spit with hyenas circling. I was just about to turn around and walk out, when I was hailed by a civilian secretary who worked in my building. I went over to say hi and joined her table. She was sitting with the Air Wing Commander and his squadron skippers; I was introduced. Future DH was at the table. My food came, I ate, and was as minimally social as possible, fending off the many attack runs interrupting my meal. I left as soon as I politely could. Three weeks later, I received a call at my desk from FDH who noted he was at that table, confirmed he had not made an attack run because it was clear to him that wasn’t why I was there, and could he take me to dinner, as he was back in Naples for a few days.

We dated back and forth across the Atlantic. He was a strong, intelligent, funny, fair-minded man who had zero problems with women in the Navy and was completely supportive. 40 years (assuming we make it) in September. He likes to say it feels like 420. Haha. With all the deployments and geographically separated duty stations, we think there were 10-12 years total we didn’t live together.
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"Bar was awash in aviators and officers from all communities."

Wearing sunglasses, no doubt.
 
justdoit19 said:
Blows m

Wow that Y2K was 22 yrs ago. Seems like just yesterday-ish.
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January 1st, 2000 (the dreaded Y2K) was on a weekend. I volunteered to go to the office and start my computer up and make sure it didn't explode. No telecommuting in those days. I got paid time-and-a-half for 8 hours. I was in the office for a total of 20 minutes. Gotta love government service. Oh, yeah, the world didn't end that day either.
 
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