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| The candle wasn't the only thing that was melting. |
Commuters woke up to a cold, frosty morning during the
winter of 2011. Many of them didn’t realize when they set out for work in a light rain that the
roads were covered with a thin sheet of ice virtually invisible to the naked
eye.
Cars were sliding off the road and crashing into each other
with conditions becoming more treacherous by the moment. In some spots, traffic
was at a standstill. However, a few cars were moving along one of the main
arteries into the city.
A friend of my sister’s was driving one of those cars. Ahead
on the shoulder of the road she spotted a man standing in the freezing rain
beside a car in a ditch. He was frantically waving his arms, imploring for
someone to stop.
She impulsively pulled over to the side of the road, and he
ran up to her car. He was a doctor urgently needed at the emergency room of his
hospital because of all the accidents, he said. Could she give him a ride? Not
to the city, where she was headed to work. But across an icy bridge to the city
outskirts, where the hospital was located.
She said yes to the drenched and desperate doctor. She also said yes later when he asked her out. They’re still
dating.
How’s that for a true dramatic meet?
Here’s another. I have a friend who met her husband, already
a U.S. citizen, when he was on a trip to their homeland to find a wife. Since
she’s close to her family and had no desire to move across the ocean, the bride search would have been a deal breaker had
she known about it. Mutual friends set them up, however, and they went out to a candlelit dinner. She enjoyed his personality so much that before the night was through,
she was, to use her word, “melting.” Love and a short courtship followed.
They’re both Americans now with two sons and a happy marriage of almost twenty
years.
And here’s yet another strange-but-true meet. House Hunters
International once featured a couple who met online. It turned out they’d gone
to the same large high school and graduated in the same year yet had never
previously met.
In The Truth About Tara, my September Superromance, Tara and Jack meet when he stops her
on the street and shows her an age-progression photo of a child who was
abducted thirty years ago. A photo that looks eerily like her.
But that’s fiction. Truth, as you’ve seen from my examples
above, can be even more interesting. I’m forever asking my friends how they met
their husbands and boyfriends. Some of their cute meets trump the ones authors
dream up in romance novels.
I’d love to hear the most unusual How They Met true story
you know. Share the romance!
8 comments:
I met my husband in our 8th grade English class. Last period of the day with a teacher who wasn't interested in teaching meant fun shenanigans.
Nothing dramatic unless you consider 8th grade pranks dramatic. Once we locked a kid in a locker...but in our defense, he volunteered. We wanted to see how long we could go until the teacher figured out he was missing. Let's just say our friend got cramps and the teacher nearly had a heartattack when he burst out of the locker at the end of class. :)
Fun times...if not dramatic.
I met my husband at a fraternity rush party. My friend was dating the president so we made chocolate chip cookies for thier rush event. I saw him as I stepped into the "Party Room" and when our eyes met, there was that zing that seems like a cliche except when it really happens.
We became friends, and hung out with his roommate a lot. Our first "date" with just the two of us was to the grocery store. But hey, if you can have a good time picking out milk and eggs,(ok, Diet Coke and ramen), then you've got a keeper.
I love How-We-Met stories and am forever asking people about theirs. I find that everyone loves to share them, too!
My husband and I met on the golf course. He was playing in the foursome behind me, and, according to him, he watched me wiggle my behind as I addressed the ball for 18 holes. Twenty-six years later, he still enjoys the way I wiggle my behind although there's more of it to wiggle now;-)
I met my husband on a sort of blind date. He had seen me the night before at a Valentine's dance. He didn't dance at the time. His friend took my friend home. The next day his friend invited my friend to a party with the stipulation that she had to bring along the girl in the red dress. I went along even though I should have been studying. He proposed to me that night and I thought it was the biggest pick up line ever. We've been married 44 years now.
Love the how they met stories. My mom and dad met at a dance when he came over to tell her friend that his friend wanted to dance with her. My mom's reply: "If your friend wants to dance with her, he should ask her himself." They've been engaging in mild squabbles like that for more than fifty years.
My husband was a year ahead of me in grade school in the 60s. I didn't know him then. His sister was in my class and I knew her. I was singing in the church choir after college and went to a birthday party for a priest held at his mom's house. He happened to have gone hiking that day and came home as the party was starting. I was an avid hiker at the time and we started talkng and just hit it off. Our first date was taking his dentist on a hike.
I met the man-who-would-be-my-boyfriend when he was outside the place I worked waiting for one of the girls I worked with. The girl knew he was there and sent me out to tell him she couldn't go out with him!!
MarcieR
It's amusing to me, you see, I am the woman from the first story of how they met. There is so much more to that story but I have now found through the experience that a dramatic meeting can prove to be the one that rattles you to your core. I am still dating that doctor from the side of the road and more in love with him than I ever dreamed I could be...
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