I’m a big believer in happily ever afters and true love. If you’re a fan of mine, you likely already know that!
When I moved from writing young adult novels with romance on the side, to new adult novels with romance as the main course, I had no idea how much fun it would be and how much my fans would love it. These last few months have been amazing with the Seduced Saga, and I cannot wait to launch Kiss Me in Paris, co-authored with my sexy husband Dmytry Karpov, by early April.
With all this love in the air, it was a natural extension of my work to write a short story for my parents’ wedding anniversary about how they met and fell in love. I’d heard stories about it, and secretly interviewed my dad, then presented Only Forever to them. Not wanting to waste a good love story, I also published it.
Holy cow! I’ve been blown away by the response to this short story. In less than a month it’s had almost 13,000 free downloads and over 1,100 sales, plus hundreds of borrows on KDP Select. People really dig the romance.
Inspired by this, my husband and I have come up with something we think is going to be a lot of fun. We’re on a quest to find more true life love stories. Once we find at least 10 solid stories, we’ll start publishing them as individual short stories–first releasing them to our subscribers over at A Gathering of Tales, then making them available for sale to the public. Once all the stories are written, we’ll put them in a collection that will be published in ebook and print.
Here’s where you come in. We want real stories from real people. We want your stories. So this is what we’re doing: leave a comment with your version of your epic love story. All comments will be entered to win a signed copy of our new adult romance novel, Kiss Me in Paris, when it launches.
We’ll pick the top 10-15 ideas and contact those people with a Q&A for more details, then we’ll write a fictionalized version of that story for publication. The person who inspires the story will get a free ecopy of both the short story and the collection, as well as a signed print copy of the collection when it’s published. They’ll also get their love story immortalized for all of eternity.
For an example of the kind of story we’re going to write, read Only Forever, available on Kindle. If you absolutely can’t afford 99cents for this story, or don’t read on kindle, email me through my contact page and let me know if you want the epub or mobi and I’ll send it to you.
All stories will be between 4-6,000 words, and none will contain any explicit sexual content. I know you probably have a lot of questions, so here are some answers:
QUESTIONS & ANSWERS
Q: I’m an author and want to write the story myself. Can I do that?
A: Of course you can write your own story, but that’s not what we’re looking for in this collection. Theses stories will be inspired by real stories, but written by myself and Dmytry Karpov. The person submitting the story will be given credit for the story, if they wish to be named, but all rights to this particular version of the story will belong to Daring Books, LLC.
Q: If you choose my story, will you own it forever? Will I ever be able to write my own version of my love story?
A: We will only own the copyright to the story we write. You will still own the essence of your story and can write it yourself whenever and however you’d like. But the version we write in our words will belong to us and may not be reproduced in any way without written permission from us.
Q: I have the most amazing story ever. Will you tell it exactly as it happened? And will I get to approve the story before it goes to print?
A: This will be a fictionalized version of your story, and facts and situations may be changed to add to the story. You will not get to approve the story before it is published. Part of the contract will stipulate that we have the right to take the idea of your romance and tell it as we see fit for the short story. We will always strive to stay true to the intention and heart of your love story. As my parents said of theirs: “90% of the facts are true, and 100% of the emotions are true.”
Q: I want you to tell my story, but I don’t/do want our real names used.
A: You will have the right to determine if we use your real names or not. However, we will change other names in the story unless we have written permission by those people to use their real names for this purpose. If you want us to use made up names for everyone, we can do that, too.
Q: I’m in a loving partnership, but we’re not married. AND/OR we’re gay.
A: We don’t care. Love is love and we want to tell stories of love. Homosexual, heterosexual, married or just in love, we want them all.
Please note: All stories will be in the collection. If you do not wish your love story to appear in a collection with other love stories from different backgrounds, please do not enter. Your story is yours, and inclusion in this collection is not an endorsement of anyone else’s lifestyle, but we reserve the right to have any and all types of relationships represented in this collection as long as it’s a legal and consenting relationship between adults. There will be no sexually explicit content.
Q: How will you pick the ones to use?
A: This is highly subjective. Ultimately, it comes down to the voices in our heads and what they tell us to do. But your story must have some conflict/resolution, otherwise there’s no real hook or story, so we will be looking for that. In my parents’ story, my mom was newly single with two young children (me and my brother) and my dad was engaged when they met and fell in love. Talk about conflict!
Q: What do I need to do to enter?
A: Leave a comment below telling us a brief version of your love story. If you’re chosen, we’ll email you with an in depth Q&A to answer.
Q: When will we know if we’ve been chosen?
A: This depends on how much of a response we get, and how easy it is for us to decide which stories to use. I’d love to have all of them picked by the end of the month. We’ll announce the story ideas as soon as we have them.
Q: Why are you doing this again? Don’t you have any of your own ideas?
A: We have more ideas than we’ll ever be able to write in this lifetime. We’re doing this because there’s something magical about true love stories, about real couples finding each other in real life and overcoming the odds to be together. We want to tell those stories. We think other people want to hear those stories. We’ll even be including a short story of our own epic romance in this collection!
Q: My grandparents/parents/aunt/cousin/dog has the most epic love story ever. Can I tell you theirs?
A: If the person whose love story is being told is still alive, then they need to give written permission for us to use their story. However, if they’ve passed on, you are welcome to share their story with us.
Q: I have the best idea ever for a love story, but it’s made up. Can I use that?
A: While we really can’t fact check these things, we’re looking for TRUE love stories, not fiction. We know everybody has their own interpretation of memories and history, but it has to be true, in so much as you can honestly recall. We’ll be fictionalizing dialogue and details, and changing things as needed, but the essence of the story must have happened in real life.
Q: I love you. Will you marry me and have my babies? (I actually get weird messages like this.)
A: No, I’m sorry. I’m happily married and already a mom of three, but thank you.
One night I was surfing a well known dating site. I was 29 and single with no prospects looming. I’ll even admit that my clock was telling me it’s time to find the man of my dreams. While perusing idiot by idiot, I stopped for a moment on a man holding twins. He was a nice enough looking and attract but twins are bit scary. I’ll admit it all.
I accidentally sent him a wink. Imagine my embarrassment when not 5 mins later I received a message back. How do you tell someone they were an accident? Well I didn’t I decided to chat with him, he seemed sweet enough. After chatting with him for hours, we decided to make a date of it the next movie. At the beginning of the movie, he surprised me by saying, “Maybe we should get our first kiss out of the way.” I’m a hopeful romantic but always a realist. I was pleasantly surprised by a nice kiss that had me seeing fairies.
Now, I’ve been with Adam for 9 months. We spend time together growing closer and are making plans for future together. I must say that when I put in my prayers to God about what I want in a man, Adam fits the bill. He is a wonderful man and father to his children, my step-twins. I’m glad that serendipity happened and I am with him.
Kimberley,
Where do we post/send our story?
Sandie W
Just comment here with a few lines about your story! Enough to give us a feel for the story and hook us!
I was a single mom… swore off all men and decided that the only man i needd in my life was my son. Went out for a night on the town with some grlfriends and he walked through the door. our eyes meet and i couldnt help but smile. My girlfriend seen this small smile and turned to see who/what it was from and she seen him and turned out they had been best friends in high school so she introduced us and we married 8 months later and have been happily married for almost 6 years :o) He is the love of my life my soul was waiting for.
My husband and I met at a Sexual Harassment Education class during our first week at our new duty station. During one of the breaks, I was goofing around with a friend of mine, and in the process, bumped into this REALLY tall, REAALLY cute guy. Not missing a beat, I told him “If you sexually harass me, I’ll sexually harass you, and that way no one would get in trouble.” He blushed, and we got called back into class before I could follow up.
Fast forward about three weeks…..
We had a social club that all of the dorm residents hung out at called The Pit. You could get hot sandwiches, cold beer, practice your best pick up lines and get shot down in flames all in one place. It was my favorite place to go after work. One blustery October evening, I was at The Pit, and my hubby walked in after work. i remembered him for our shared class, and making sure my breath didn’t stink and my mascara was unsmudged, I sat down at his table and started up a conversation. All he wanted was a hot sandwich and a cold drink that night and boy did he get much more than he bargained for! I won’t go into details, but let’s just say, we both had a good time when he walked me back to my dorm room….
We started hanging out. One thing let to another, and before you knew it, we were exclusive. The first time he told me he loved me, I brushed him off, telling him he REALLY didn’t want to get too attached to someone like me….the way he tells it, I crushed his heart beneath my combat boots that day. But he kept coming back.
One morning, about five months into our relationship, we were laying in bed when the phone rang. It was my MOTHER calling to say hi. Well, hubby started acting like a mental ward escapee, making faces at me, making crude gestures….all the while, lying STARK ASS NEKKID in my bed! I couldn’t stop laughing, and eventually, mom caught on that I had ‘company’. And sometime in those wretched, crazed, insane minutes, I realized that I loved that goofball more than anything else in the world.
We ran away to Nevada and got married four months later, with about $75 between us and our best friend. We hunted down a Justice of The Peace and got hitched. On the drive home, we stopped at McDonald’s and had just enough money left over that we were each able to have a Happy Meal.
That was almost 21 years ago…..And though we’ve had our ups and downs, our good times and bad, I wouldn’t trade how we met or our whirlwind courtship for all of the big fancy weddings in the world!
I met my husband when I was 16 and he was 17. He was a bad boy hoodlum and I was a “good” girl. We met through a friend on my 16th birthday. We married less than a year later. I was still 16, he was barely 18. His family was absent, my family didn’t care for him. We had our fist child almost five years later, our second (who was born six weeks early) came just over two years later and our third came almost seven years after that. We have been married for 18 years now and we are still deeply in love.
I have known Louie since I was born. His mom, my mom and my aunt grew up together, were best friends. They lived between VAand FL, they were migrant workers. I didn’t see him from about 3 years old until I was 18 years old. We said hi, I was painfully shy. I blushed and giggled. We lost touch. He found me on Facebook in October of 2012. It had been 18 years since we last saw/talked to each other. We talked for a couple of months. I was in an unhappy marriage. I movd back to where I grew up in December of 2012. He came to see me. We hit it off. He told me I am the girl he has always wanted and loved. We have been together ever since 🙂
My story is one that probably spans a few years, but once we discovered each other our romance moved very quickly.
His brother was my best friend. To me, Kyle was that good looking, unattainable older brother that would never be anything more than a crush. I didn’t even dream of him noticing me…. Not until New Years Eve, 2009.
That New Years Eve party changed everything. I was a University student without a penny to my name, no plans of marriage or being tied down, and a path to being a writer that no man was going to interfere with. But life had different plans for me. In the span of a single night he turned my whole life plan upside down. Within 5 months we were engaged, and by October 2010 we were married. Dec 31st 2011, exactly two years after it all started, we welcomed our son into the world. Little did I know that Kyle was going to be the one to push me to go after my dreams. He made me realize what I didn’t even know I was missing, and has given me my “Happily Ever After” every single day since.
We met at work (I was 18 and he was 31) , I was a shift manager at Papa Johns, he came there to work as a driver. When I first saw him (Mike), our general manager introduced us. He had got out of his marriage a year before it and was still reeling (not his choice to end his child’s family). I would see he was sad and talk to him a lot. After a couple months we started talking every day, texting and calling. We had become best friends and there was always soemthing there, but I had a boyfriend. One night after he dropped me off from work, I sent him a text saying “I wish we were closer in age” He had replied saying that age doesn’t matter. Well, I kept thinking about it. My boyfriend at the time had never seemed to have time for me, he always wanted to hang out with his friends and we really didn’t have much in common. So, maybe a week later at work I walked into the walk in freezer and Mike walked in behind me. He said “Michelle, look at me” I of course turn my head and look at him and he kissed me, right there in the really cold freezer and it was the most amazing, sweet, warm, goosebumps all over kiss. The next day I went to my boyfriends house and broke up with him. Mike and I have been together since. (Mind you I had met his(our) son a month after we met and had already loved him from the moment I saw him). I had loved Mike for months before I even admitted it to myself. Oh, and I got pregnant about a month after we got together. Now, we have been together for over 6 years (June 5th will make 7 years since the day we first met), we have our 2 beautiful little boys (one from his first marriage) and on June 15, 2012 our gorgeous little girl entered out lives. We’re not married yet, but we’re considering it this summer. We know we love each other and we do plan to get married, but we’re not in a big rush to do it…we know we’re loyal to each other and belong together. But when we do get married…that will be one hell of a wedding night. 😛
Oh and our 13 year (almost to the day: my birthday is October 17, his October 18) caused a lot of issues with my family. My older sister kept calling him a pedophile and taught my nephew (then 3) to say “Mike is a pedophile”. But in the ned our ages have never mattered, I’m now 25 and he is now 38. I’m mature for my age and he’s immature for his, so we are right for each other. NO ONE has ever made me laugh the way he does every single day.
He’s right that age is just a number when it works between people. I had a relationship where there was 25 years difference between us. We faced the weird looks, the comments, and so on and so forth. It never mattered. Of course, I say that and it was the age difference that eventually played a large role in ending it…but that was only after a long period of INTERNAL reflection, not listening to what the other people said. If it works for the two of you, and what you want out of life, then that’s what you listen to and nothing else.
I met my wife for the first time in the airport as I walked off the plane so we could move in together. I had known her for 7 years prior to that point. We met through AOL Instant Messenger, back when chatrooms were still filled with genuine people, not bots or porn freaks (nothing wrong with a good porn freak every now and then, but it’s a whole time and place kind of deal.) “A/S/L” (age/sex/location?) was the most common way to start a conversation, one that I refused to use. Instead, I searched by interest in the Writing/Poetry section, looked for a profile that struck my interest, and then sent them a poem I had written, asking for comments. She was one of the ones who actually answered, and we began an online friendship.
It wasn’t a major thing right away, we both had our own things going on in the real world, but it was one of those things where no matter how much time went between us not talking, when we caught up, it was like 5 minutes had past. Over time, she went from being my “online friend”, to my “best friend”, with no qualifications.
By the time I realized my true feelings for her, there was more than one obstacle in the way. First, I was in a serious, long-term relationship already. I was conflicted because I cared about her, and working at what we had, but ultimately realized that it was not going to be what I wanted/needed out of life. I suck at conflict though. I suck even more at intentionally hurting someone that I care about. Logically I know the whole “hard truth is better than an easy lie” thing and how they deserve better, and all of those things that are completely true… but putting those ideals into practice for me has always been hard. At that point in my life in particular since I had never really had to do that before. I was more willing to suffer in silence and long for a better day than to just make a decision and live with the consequences…which is fair to absolutely no one.
Fortunately for me… she (my now wife) decided that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. And she has never been the sit and wait type. She laid it out there for me and told me how things could go, and that it was totally up to me and what I really wanted, but she wasn’t waiting long.
That caused some resentment… worry… major stress…but ultimately, motivation to make changes. It was difficult, and kind of messy, but also necessary…not just for this relationship but for my life in general. Even if I didn’t have her waiting, it was time to get out of the situation that I was in.
Of course, the other problem was distance. There was the whole country between us. Washington state (me) to Ohio (her). And neither of us were in a real position right away to change that.
But, where there’s a will, there’s a way… and we made it happen. I moved home with family (in New York) for a couple months, and then I moved in with her.
Things were crazy from the start. Her life outside of me was in a state of upheaval, and it was a difficult time for anyone to be starting a relationship, let alone one that was so serious so fast. Somehow though, we made it work. We’ve been through a lot together now… Met in person in 2006, engaged just a few months later, married in January 08, our first child together in 2009. We’ve gone through 4 miscarriages, a few lost jobs, legal battles against the state and against family. We just celebrated our 5 year anniversary. In August we celebrate 14 years of knowing each other. There are days when I can’t comprehend the how or the why of why we’re still together, and then the answer that comes is simple: because it’s meant to be and because there’s no one else who can do for me what she can. There’s no one else that I want doing those things either.
I met my husband in a chatroom back in 2009. He wouldn’t give me the time of day and it drove me crazy, but nearly a year later, we became close friends when someone made a joke about me having cancer and he found out about it. At the time, I did have ovarian cancer and had decided to let it take me. (I was in a dead-end relationship, unemployed, living with my uncle, failing college, etc.) He set out to change my mind and at some point, I ended up falling for him.
I decided to get the surgery to remove the cancer in July. It was a success and I shared my happiness to be alive with him and my best friend in an online conversation. The three of us spent the next month talking every day, and when my friend found out how I felt, she outed me while I was away. He told her the story about his last LDR that ended horribly and destroyed his self-esteem.
The very next day, he left me a message telling me he would give me a chance. I found out the following week that I was moving from Florida to Pennsylvania where he lived because there were more jobs available and my parents lived in the state. I was ecstatic. In December, after months of thinking he had forgotten what he said or just decided it wasn’t worth it, he asked me out. We hadn’t yet met, but I was the happiest I had been in years.
In April 2011, he first told me he loved me, and in May, we met for the very first time. It went better than we had planned. It’s like we were meant for each other. And before I went back home, I became his very first kiss (he was 24. c:). I ended up moving to Wisconsin two weeks later and he followed me there in September. Life was like a waking dream. In November, he proposed to me, and in December we moved back to Pennsylvania together because we couldn’t afford to pay our rent.
On July 12, 2012, he went from my fiance to my husband. I just want to put a little ‘…and we lived happily ever after. The end.” on the end of this because that’s what it has felt like since he first told me that he was mine on December 2, 2010. c:
This is my parents love story.
My father first proposed to my mother when he was 16 and my mother 14. World War II arrived and got in the way of a budding friendship and romance. When my father was stationed in New Guinea for the war, my mother realised that she would miss him terribly if he did NOT come back! My father proposed a second time, almost 10 years after the first. My mother said ‘yes’ and they had their fairytale wedding. Now, 65+ years later, they still hold hands when they are out and about.
I have no story… not yet. I’ll get back to you when I get my epic love story.
mestith at gmail dot com
I’ll try to be brief. I met my husband on-line many years ago. At the time, I was divorced from a borderline abusive man and had moved back home with my three very young daughters so I could go back to complete my degree at university. I majored in English Lit, and my study group and I all agreed that we would take a trip to the UK in one year’s time. We didn’t want to only see the typical sights, so they asked me to research where the best non-well-known places to visit would be. That’s how I came across my soon-to-be husband. I was on a chat site and his introduction was in rhyme so it caught my eye. We hit it off right away and switched very quickly to talking via the phone. The time difference made things difficult. The fact that I lived in California and he lived in England meant that we were 7,000 miles apart.
At first, I only saw him as a friend. He shared some of his poetry with me. It was beautiful and romantic, but I thought he was just writing romantic poetry, not writing it with anyone specific in mind, until one day, he admitted while we were on the phone, that he was writing it all for me.
I signed up for, and was accepted to, the international exchange program at my university, which meant, if I could somehow get permission from my ex to take my kids out of the country, I could spend my last year of my university education in Wales, which meant that Robert would only be a few hours’ drive away, but that wouldn’t begin until September.
I arranged to spend 10 days in England in January. It was the first time I would be away from my children and my family were worried that he wouldn’t be what I expected, but I already knew him, so I wasn’t afraid. I was very nervous, but not afraid. Walking off of that plane, I was shaking with nervousness! But it all worked out and it was a dream-like trip. Leaving him to go home was difficult.
He flew out that April and proposed to me on a beach in Monterey. My kids had already started calling him “Daddy” despite having only just met him. (Sadly, that’s how desperate they were for a good father figure.)
Getting permission to move, with my daughters, to England, was the tricky part. My ex was all about being in control. He didn’t care much about the kids, but he did like having some measure of control over me. He was more than $23,000 in debt for back-due child support with me and he resented paying the current child support. In the end, that’s how I got my permission to move. He wanted out of paying child support. At first, he approached me about no longer having to pay current support. I agreed, but instead of signing the papers, he dawdled about and put it off and when time was running out, he finally came to me again and agreed to sign the papers if I gave up the back-due child support too. I agreed to it, and we spend a year in Wales. (I never regretted it!)
There were other things we had to deal with. My student visa ran out and I had to return to the US. He came out for Christmas and married me in January, the anniversary of the day we first met in person. He had to go back, and we found out we had a baby on the way, our very own honeymoon baby! But it still took months before I could get the visas approved. In fact, at first, I was told “no,” by the British Embassy, but eventually, I convinced them to grant the children’s and my visas. We flew out to start our new life as a family in June, when I was 5 1/2 months pregnant. We have since then had three more children, and my husband eventually adopted my first three children.
We are still as in love today as the day we met; no, actually, we are MORE in love. 🙂
As a young teenager, I lived next door to a boy who was always my best friend. He defended me and listened to me anytime I needed someone to talk to. In our Junior year he asked me to go on a date and turned out it was with his best friend because he was too afraid to ask me out himself. We finally actually dated after high school when he was playing in a band in the panhandle. He was always my long haired dream guy so I was thrilled when he asked me to come to spend a week with him. We spent the week playing gigs and giving me a taste of his life. When returning to Az my grandparents were there and my grandfather was sick and asked me to drive home with them. My Mother angry about me leaving refused to tell Tommy where I had gone and told me he never called. I was heartbroken but moved on. Got married and had children but never stopped looking for my rock star.. 30 years later and thanks to social media a mutual friend came across him and told me how to get in touch with him. We have been together for two years now, talking daily, meeting when we can, He is a truck driver and never married and comes through as often as he can. I finally got my happy ending, We are planning the start of the rest of our lives and could not be happier.
I was in the middle of ending an abusive marriage. I was emotionally destroyed, at one of the lowest points of my life. My closest friend (really the only friend I had left) convinced me to go out with her to see her friend’s band at a local bar; hoping to get my mind off things. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but we saw each other and something sparked. He is my type: heavily tattooed, lean build, bright blue eyes (he’s a former Marine, currently a tattoo artist). The attraction was immediate, intense, electric. We talked all night and I was open and honest about my situation. He was nothing but supportive and we started dating, probably moving too fast but it just felt right. For a while, a constantly pushed him away, I was so afraid of feeling that strongly about someone. But, he never wavered.
Fast forward five years and I am the happiest I have ever been. We are a full-time D/s couple, which was just the natural progression of our relationship; it is simply who we are. With his encouragement I have been able to face my demons and move forward with my life. With his guidance and support I have been able to make countless positive changes in my life; I do not even recognize the woman I was when we first met. Our lives are not perfect (far from it), but I am healthy and happy and we grow closer every day. We live very simple lives, but want for nothing.
Many years ago there were two girls heading to college, they went to the local branch so they could continue to live at home. While there they met a boy, don’t they always meet a boy? They met the boy while working at a local fast food restaurant. The boy happened to also be in a class that the girls were also taking. It was an intro to college type class, very boring, and first thing in the morning, so the girls and boy often skipped the class. One day he came up to one of the girls and said, “Hey, you’re n my UVC class. I missed today, what did I miss?” The girl laughed and told him that they had skipped it too. Both girls and the boy started talking, while at work and sat together in class. The winter break arrived, and the boy called his best friend, “Hey man, there are these two chicks and I like them both. How about you come and help me decide which one to date? You could date the other one.” So, the best friend came to the restaurant once he was out on winter break from his college. He went up to the register where one of the girls was working and asked for a cup of water. He thought she was good looking with her dark brown eyes and thought maybe he would ask her out and let his friend date the other one. Later when the girls and boy were finally off work – they worked the closing shift – they were in their cars warming them up, when the boy brought over his friend and introduced them. Trying to think of something to say the friend found some Juicy Fruit gum in his pocket and offered it to the girls. They both took a piece and he says, “Merry Christmas” which made the girls laugh. The one in the driver seat was the one from the register and he liked her smile, so after they left the girls, he told his friend that he liked her and thought his friend should ask the other girl out. So, the boys started hanging out with the girls as just friends, meeting up at the restaurant that they worked at and traveling to do things in Columbus, which was a larger city than their little farm town. The friend didn’t know how to approach the cashier girl. He was nervous because he had some bad experiences. Meanwhile, the two girls were talking about the boys and the cashier girl thought the friend was kind of cute. He was very funny and had gorgeous blue eyes. One day while at the restaurant before her shift started, she walked up to the register at the same time he did, he was wearing some nice cologne that she really liked the smell of and was telling her a funny story. She looked into his eyes and felt a jolt. He was the one, he was hers. That’s what she remembers thinking, that he was hers. A few outings later, the boy hadn’t made a move and the girl was getting frustrated. Still being in their teens and being in a small farm town that had nothing to do, the group of friends – that now included several of the girls other friends – ended up in a cemetery after dark. The boy liked what the girl was wearing under her coat, a purple shirt that was see thru on the bottom half. It was pretty darn sexy to him. He still didn’t know if he should make a move. He was scared that she would say no. So, the girl decided to take it in her own hands. All of the friends were goofing off and pretending to hear noises. The girl and boy had walked a little ways away from the other friends, talking about this and that, when the girl saw her chance to try and force the boy to make a move. She let out a little yip of a scream and jumped into his arms. “Did you hear that?” The boy smiled at the girl, he now knew he should make the move, because she had made the first move. So, he bent his head and kissed her. She kissed him back. So, he asked her out. On January 5, 1992 they went to a movie, Hook staring Robin Williams, and then spent the rest of the night sitting in his car talking about everything in their lives. And, before you ask, yes, they were sitting in a cemetery! The connection between the two was immediate. The boy had to return to school in Columbus, but called the girl constantly and they spent every weekend together. Within a months time they knew they were in love. One night as they sat in the boys apartment, he asked, “What would you say if I said I loved you?” She responded, “What would you say if I said it back?” He looked at her and said, “What would you say if I asked you to marry me?” She kissed him and whispered, “Yes.” Within only a few months of meeting they applied for a marriage license, but decided to wait and plain a wedding, because their families wouldn’t be happy if they couldn’t be there for the event. So, over the next year they planned a wedding, the boy made the invitations (he was an artist) and the girl and her mother made her dress (aqua because her mother didn’t think she should wear white – ahem, if you know what I mean). The boy and girl had moved in together about 6 months after meeting. Then on September 4, 1993 they were married. Now almost 20 years later the boy and girl are still together, the boy still makes the girl laugh, and the boy still likes the girls dark brown eyes and smile.
My hubby and I met online while I was working in Chicago and he was in Denver. Any how we started dating and things went really great. I finally got to go back to Denver and stay for a few months, it was like the world had totally smile on me after years of losers. Then the most horrid thing happen…I was once again traveling for work, North Carolina this time. Well the first few weeks went by ok and then it I thought it would be better if we became friends. That way I wouldn’t be burdening him with a relationship the stretched miles.
After the first few days I felt as if my heart had been ripped out and I would call and talk to him for hours…Then one day he threaten to fly out and kidnap me if I didn’t agree to get back with him. (He said it waaaay better) Needless to say it’s been 7 years since we were married and he still surprise me with little things. He’s like the best man I could ever of asked for…made just for me, even if it took the dumb blonde a break-up to realize it.