I love reading romances and seeing how the hero and heroine meet.
The romantic in me loves real life love stories just as much, if not more.
The journalism student in me often asks couples to tell the tale of how they met. No two experiences are alike. Each is special.
A Romance Begins
Since we’re starting a new year and my mind is on beginnings, I thought I’d share the story of how Gwynly and I met. It’s a sweet tale, as you’ll see.
The year was 1987. I was 28 and in my tenth year of college. No. Not grad school. I have an eleven-year, four-year degree. I worked to put myself through school, and it took awhile.
At the time I was attending a big church in the San Francisco Bay Area and was part of the singles Sunday School class. I went to an International Dinner held by our group.
A tall teacher I’d never met before gave a humorous devotion on how to meet people. Following his talk, I felt it it my duty to introduce myself.
Because I’m reserved, I waited until the last possible minute. He was heading to the door with the plate of chocolate chip cookies he’d brought—my favorite kind.
Only a couple of cookies remained on the plate. I saw my opening and took it—along with the cookies—said hi, and chatted with him a couple of minutes. He was nice enough, but no fireworks went off.
What I didn’t discover until later was that I had met him once before. He remembers the encounter well, but I have no recollection of it. These days, we can laugh about how he didn’t make a memorable first impression.
That night I made a very good impression. He wanted to get to know me but was sure I was too young. He was 37. When he learned that I was a senior in college, he assumed I was in my early 20s. He’d decided not to date any woman more than ten years younger than he was, so that ruled me out.
When he learned that I’d been in college a decade and made his dating window with five months to spare, he decided to ask me out.
Our first date was great; the second even better.
Last month, we celebrated 23 years of marriage.
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I wanna know . . .
How did you meet your spouse?
If you’re not married, how did your parents meet?
Do you use the actual first meetings of real life couples in your stories?