Valentines Contest: How Did You Meet Your Sweetie?

BY  |  Tuesday, Feb 07, 2012 11:41am  |  COMMENTS (38)

My original job-hunting letter, framed and presented by my honey on our 25th wedding anniversary.

UPDATE: An extra prize!

Here’s my story: 1983. I had finished graduate school in North Carolina and was looking for jobs in New York, collecting names of everybody and anybody in the journalism business. Someone gave me the name of AP Radio’s correspondent in New York,  who had worked at WCHL in Chapel Hill a few years before I got there. My very first Monday in New York I called him. Twice. When we met for lunch that Thursday, I asked if he knew anyone who used freelancers. He did. I started working for him, doing five-minute radio features for $25 a pop, and was charmed by the news poems he recited from memory in his radio studio. The rest, as they say, is history.

What’s your story? How did you meet? Was at a bar? Online? In the personals? At a wedding?

We’ve got a terrific — and romantic! — prize for the best story: a $50 gift certificate to the new Brazilian place, Samba Montclair, which Holly Korus calls “one of the most romantic restaurants in Baristaville.”

And, to make it even sweeter, Arthur Murray will give the winning couple a free private dance lesson. Pick your Passion: Tango, Fox Trot, Waltz, Salsa, Swing, Rumba, Cha cha, Hustle, Merengue, Bachata, Samba or even Country Western.

The rules: Post the story of how you met your sweetie in comments by Friday at 11:59 p.m. I’ll decide the winner on Saturday based purely on whose story charmed me the most. 


  1. POSTED BY sak383  |  February 07, 2012 @ 1:15 pm

    During my freshman year of college, I hosted a weekly radio show at my college’s radio station. During my show one day, a man requested (unknowingly) my favorite song. This sparked a great conversation (the first of many). We will be celebrating 12 years together, and our son’s first birthday, this spring 🙂

  2. POSTED BY Charlie B  |  February 07, 2012 @ 1:16 pm

    Sunday, May 20th, 2001, was the first brilliantly sunny and warm day in an otherwise dull gray Spring. If it had been anything but a perfect day, I would have characteristically slammed the alarm off at 8:00am, but it was AIDS Walk Day. For those of us regulars at Congregation B’nai Jeshurun of the Upper West Side, AIDS Walk was very important, almost a “High Holiday” because the synagogue not only fields one of the largest teams, but also is still a primary fund-raiser. Volunteers started recruiting in January for the May event. The rabbis hit hard from the pulpit for months, “It’s a mitzvah (good deed)!” “Support our LGBT brothers and sisters!” “Help with Tikkun Olam (fixing the world)!” and the most crass, “Who knows? You might meet someone.” So as I got out of bed to do my good deed, I thought I was hardly going to meet the girl of my dreams at a LGBT event so I didn’t even bother to shower or shave; I pulled on a pair of dirty jeans, employed the fail-safe baseball hat trick to cover my bed-head, and off I went.

    I can point to you the exact spot in front of Bethesda fountain where my friend Stephanie said, “This is my friend Nancy.” Although Nancy looked like film star on our wedding day, she will always be most beautiful to me as she was on that day; without any make up, wearing shorts and a simple t-shirt and her hair in a pony-tail. We chit-chatted and hung around until the walk started, but then I lost her. When Stephanie invited Nancy to come along, she also suggested that Nancy could meet someone too. For Nancy that was the furthest thing from her mind because she was walking and raising money in memory of a good friend lost to AIDS. In fact, so she says today, Nancy wanted to prove her friend wrong and ditched me on purpose.

    I kept watch as we walked along the Eastside of the loop and finally spotted Nancy diagonally across the park just rounding the edge near 110th St. towards the Westside loop. As a native Manhattanite who practically grew up in Central Park, I knew a shortcut from where I was that would put me slightly ahead of her on West 96th Street. I bolted.

    To Nancy our meeting was serendipity, to me a well-executed strategy. We walked to the finish line and then went to the boat house for coffee by the pond. Four months later we were engaged, and this October we will celebrate 10 years of marriage with our three kids and many friends. It is a wonderful story and we continue to support the Gay Men’s Health Crisis because really the best ending of the story would be, and the one for which we dearly pray, “And eventually enough money was raised to find a cure for AIDS and everyone lived happily ever after.

  3. POSTED BY lisakwinkler  |  February 07, 2012 @ 1:16 pm

    Like you, we met in the newsroom. 1981. I had left the Danbury News-Times and was working on the “ticker” at Dow Jones, copy editing stories. There was this adorable guy who wore bow ties and horn-rimmed nerdy glasses- and he rode his 10-speed bike to work. I had brought my old 3-speed Schwin into the city and was riding to and from my apartment on 14th St. I asked him about the route he took. I followed his directions and rode through the Bowery, which then wasn’t the swanky place it is now. Drunks and assorted bums hung out on every corner. The next day I told this cute guy how his directions were terrible. We had lunch. And the rest is history.

  4. POSTED BY Jenn  |  February 07, 2012 @ 1:18 pm

    Jimbo Slice and I were about 4 years old when we met, after my dad remarried and moved the Schiffers from Bay Ridge to central Jersey. The both of us lived across from each other in a Dutch-themed apartment complex – the pool was in the shape of a wooden shoe and the entrance had a windmill.

    Our parents became good friends, and the two of us were always together. One of my favorite memories of growing up with Jimmy was when I made him delicious lemon cupcakes when he was sick with the chicken pox. Actually, that’s probably my favorite baked-good related memory of growing up with him. Nevermind.

    My least favorite memory was the day they moved away. At the end of grade school, his family left town and we ended up losing touch because of the usual American family theater…divorces, layoffs, foreclosures, feuds – you know, the fun stuff.

    Too many years later, when I was living on my own, the two of us got back in touch and pretty much fell in love immediately. We’ve been together over 7 years, now, and he’s the most important person in my life. What a stud!

  5. POSTED BY Howard Beale  |  February 07, 2012 @ 1:51 pm

    She and her friends used to go to the same soda fountain that my friends and I frequented. I was 18 and she was 16. Although I had a bit of a crush on her, dating a 16 year old wasn’t cool.

    Flash ahead 17 years to Leap Day, 1980. Having served in the navy and suffering a failed marriage, I moved back to NJ and was meeting friends at a tavern owned by the same guy who owned the soda fountain. She walked in with one of her friends and sat at the other end of the bar. I recognized them and started to walk down to say “Hi”. She saw me and said to her friend “It looks like our past is about to catch up with us”. By the end of the night I remembered why I had a crush on her so many years before.

    32 years and 2 grown sons later, I still have that crush on her.

  6. POSTED BY Martta Rose  |  February 07, 2012 @ 1:58 pm

    In 2002, I was a casual runner. I was running three miles around the track in Brookdale Park and I thought that was a big deal. A very nice woman who used to work at Fleet feet always tried to get me to join the Essex Running Club but I always hesitated because I thought the club was made up of only fast runners and marathoners, of which I was neither at the time. But I was in a rut and wanted to improve. More importantly, I wanted to meet other people–men and women–who shared my passion. Running alone is, well, lonely. So I reluctantly joined the club and never left. Yes, I did meet several running partners but that is where I also met the love of my life.

    It all started innocently enough, sharing rides to local road races. I was living in Montclair at the time and he in Verona, so he would always offer pick me up on the way. But then he started picking me up for ALL races, even if it was more convenient for me to pick him up! This turned into date nights after track practice at a local bar and grill, long training runs on the weekend, the meeting of the respective families, and ultimately, getting married. We will celebrate 5 years of marriage this June but I am STILL trying to catch him!

  7. POSTED BY pat gilleran  |  February 07, 2012 @ 2:22 pm

    Greg and I met at the Associated Press in 1978. He was a Teletype Technician and I was working as a Wirephoto Operator. We both worked weird rotational shifts and would sometimes go to lunch in Chinatown or Little Italy in the company car at 2 in the morning or out for a walk in the neighborhood around Rockefeller Center at 3am. We became fast friends and started living together in 1979. Married in 1985.

    He’s in a long-term acute care (LTAC) hospital in Dover NJ (was moved from Mountainside yesterday) and won’t be home for months. Hopefully he’ll regain the use of his right leg and will be able to walk and dance again.

    On 2/14 I’ll spend an hour or two with him to cheer him up and will then head home to take care of our dogs and cats. Right now we’re Skyping on a daily basis and I visit on weekends.

  8. POSTED BY Georgette Gilmore  |  February 07, 2012 @ 2:26 pm

    My husband and I met at a wedding held on a Friday, the 13th.

    After going on a dating spree for several months, I was taking time to enjoy being single. That morning, the bride started to tell me about a guy she wanted to set me up with. I immediately cut her off and said I didn’t want to be set up.

    At the wedding, I started talking to a guy at the bar. We ended up hanging out and talking until almost 4 am. We exchanged numbers and I couldn’t wait for him to call me. When I spoke to the bride the next morning, she smiled and told me HE was the one she wanted to set em up with.

    After several days, he called and asked me out on a date. We went to dinner at Park & Orchard in East Rutherford and have been together for almost 13 years. We will celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary this August.

  9. POSTED BY Holly Korus  |  February 07, 2012 @ 2:31 pm

    He was my baby-sitter at my Aunt’s house. I hated him he was a bossy NYer. I met him 25 years later when my Aunt and Uncle renewed their vows. We ran away to Scotland 3 years later and got married.

    Now I’m the bossy one.

  10. POSTED BY deadeye  |  February 07, 2012 @ 2:33 pm

    We were both police snipers at a LGBT rally.

  11. POSTED BY arrowsmithnj  |  February 07, 2012 @ 2:40 pm

    During the Metro-North train strike in 1983, I moved into the walk-in closet of a friend in the McAlpin Hotel on 34th and Broadway. On the hunt for some fun one evening, and having been to several beforehand, after work I went to one of Jerry Rubin’s Networking Parties at Studio 54. Jerry had gone from being the preeminent Yippie, through Rolfing, and was embracing Das Kapitalism.

    It was a great venue – get in free, hand out business cards, grab a drink, mingle and stay when the club opened for ‘normal’ activities. That being said, very little about the place was ‘normal’.

    At some point, I noticed two attractive young women; one brunette who was out on the dance floor, and her friend who was enjoying the ‘show’. As I walked up to the second woman, she said “Oh, you’re probably here for Christine – she’s still out there”. To which I replied that no, in fact I was more interested in dancing with her than her friend. Turned out the reason she wasn’t dancing was that she had just had ACL surgery.

    All night long we danced a little, drank a little, people-watched a lot, hobbled up and down the stairs, made paper airplanes out of each others cards and bombed the crowd below the balcony. Six months later I realized that she was ‘the one’ and I am happy to say that my life has been blessed by the Girl I Met on the Dance Floor at Studio 54.

  12. POSTED BY kit schackner  |  February 07, 2012 @ 2:45 pm

    1973 in Philadelphia: A friend who was apprenticed to my woodworking teacher was having a New Year’s Eve party at the shore, and invited me to bring anyone I wanted. Saying there would be a lot of people there, he was to pick us up & drive. I asked a female friend, and when the guy arrived, it was only him & Kelly (another woodworker) whom I had never met before. When we got to the apprentice’s family shore house, it was just the 4 of us – no party. My female friend grabbed the only single chair and clammed up – she wouldn’t say a word. Kelly looked scared to death. I wouldn’t talk to the apprentice on the grounds that he had misled me so Kelly & I were the only two people who would talk to each other. We discussed our favorite woodworking joints while sharing a couple of other joints. After an awkward beginning, we’re entering our 40th year.

  13. POSTED BY kay  |  February 07, 2012 @ 2:51 pm

    Summer of 1985, we met at a beach party, but I actually liked his pal better! 😛
    Then we ran into each other on campus at the community college. We became what I thought great friends, until he confessed that if I hadn’t already gone out with his buddy, he would have asked me. (oh…huh?)

    So eventually we made plans to go see “Spies Like Us” in the theater, but those plans never materialized. Then I invited him to a Christmas party… and the rest is history!

    p.s. you don’t have to enter me in the lottery; I don’t have the time for silly things like dancing and eating! A better prize would be, “Take the kids out of the house for at least 8 hours this weekend”. LOL!

  14. POSTED BY herbeverschmel  |  February 07, 2012 @ 3:27 pm

    She came on stage second that night just after Destiny. I’ll never forget when I saw her in those heals dancing to “Girls, Girls, Girls” by Motley Crew. After spending 2K on Cristal Champagne for her and the other dancers I was able to get her name, it was Charisma. She said she wasn’t really a dancer and was just doing it to pay for college. Oddly enough i never did find out where she went or what she majored in.

  15. POSTED BY CMEinmontclair  |  February 07, 2012 @ 3:45 pm

    It’s strange to say, but if 9/11 hadn’t happened, I never would have met the love of my life. I was supposed to be out of town using my accrued vacation time from work (use it or lose it) My plans were to spend a week with an ex-boyfriend, doing what my mother would say was “wasting time with Mr. Wrong, not looking for Mr. Right.” How prophetic those words turned out to be.

    I was scheduled to fly out of Newark September 13th. Thank god that never happened. I was then stuck in NYC that Saturday night after the attack, partying with some girlfriends on the Upper West side. Just after midnight I made my way back to the Upper East side in a cab to head home. I got out of the cab two blocks from my apartment, started walking home and suddenly realized I had to pee. Nature was calling! I remember vividly being in front of a bar (Session 73) when the idea came into my head, “hmm, think I’ll just go in there and use the bathroom.” So not like me! The bar was packed, I was exhausted and I was one block from my apartment — but all I can say is something pulled me into that bar.

    I went to the bathroom, remember washing my hands, looking at myself in the mirror thinking ‘ok let’s head home now’….then walking out into a jam packed bar, making my way towards the door, and suddenly there is the man who would become my husband just kind of leaning against the wall looking at me. “Hi,” he says, “how are you doing?” And that was that. We talked for probably forty minutes and the conversation went so smoothly, not awkward at all. He took my number on a cocktail napkin, actually called me a few days later, and after the first date we never looked back. We’ve been together ten years, married nine with two children. The moral of my story, listen to Mom, don’t waste time with Mr. Wrong, you definitely might miss Mr. Right!!

  16. POSTED BY jerseygurl  |  February 07, 2012 @ 4:14 pm

    I met my husband at a small New Year’s Eve party in Manhattan in ’89. A friend invited me, she and her boyfriend were going and he was a childhood friend of the boyfriend’s who had been out of town for a while. Even though he was there with a lovely young French woman, I knew that was just a date and wouldn’t go further. I knew he was the one. I went back to work and told people I met the man I was going to marry. They thought I was nuts.

    I made sure I was at every party/dinner/ball game watching afternoon that he would be at ( I had insider info) and eventually, he made his move. We’ve been together ever since.

  17. POSTED BY deadeye  |  February 07, 2012 @ 4:26 pm

    There’s always a bad smell over by the bathrooms; the drinks are stiff and the people are crazy. It’s just a narrow room, mostly taken up by a scarred bar with a row of mismatched stools before an assortment of crude (and often rude) paintings behind. No credit cards, no draft beer—hell, you’re lucky if there’s toilet paper. The glass-brick walls facing Second Avenue provide decent people-watching, if you care enough to look up from your drink, which most patrons don’t. After all, sometimes you want to go where nobody knows your name. (description from New York Magazine) There I was at the Mars Bar tossing back PBR’s punctuated by shots of cheap tequila. I’d just come off of a bad break-up, my third that month, and I was drinking to remember. Her name was Lynne, and I called her Megan. I drew my hand up reflexively to touch the bruise under my eye. Damn. Just then, I chanced to look down the bar, not always a smart thing to do especially at this hour, but it was the usual crowd of tattooed punks, junkies, drunks, and the trust fund kids so desperately trying to emulate them. There she was, Hermes scarf loosely knotted around her neck, dark hair brushing the bar as she bent slightly forward while reaching for her drink. “Tough day at the office?” “What are you some sort of clown?” Bingo, I knew we’d hit it off, and the rest is history.

  18. POSTED BY Mrs Martta  |  February 07, 2012 @ 4:38 pm

    “What are you, some sort of clown?”

    This would be even funnier if, perchance, you were dressed as Ronald McDonald.

  19. POSTED BY deadeye  |  February 07, 2012 @ 4:42 pm

    I was.

  20. POSTED BY deadeye  |  February 07, 2012 @ 4:47 pm

    Actually, I was dressed in the full regalia of a matador.

  21. POSTED BY Spiro T. Quayle  |  February 07, 2012 @ 4:50 pm

    I met my wife at a “Praise to Allah -Barack Hussein Obama will bring Sharia Law to the Heartland” rally.

    Turns out it was just paranoid heartland BS. Bummer.

    Well, at least we met, and got married, and are happy to this day.

    deadeye, were you the cop with the loaded bazooka that we saw up in the bleachers?

  22. POSTED BY Howard Beale  |  February 07, 2012 @ 4:54 pm

    deadeye, we’re on opposite sides of center politically, but you are one of my favorite posters. A great sense of humor and interesting style.

  23. POSTED BY njgator  |  February 07, 2012 @ 4:56 pm

    I met my husband on the internet (AOL to be exact) back in 1997 when that was still an embarrassing thing to admit. I was home sick from work one day and discovered that you could do a search of people’s profiles. I decided to search for the word “vegetarian” and he happened to be online. I was a bit bored that day, so I decided to strike up a conversation, never intending to actually meet him. We hit it off and after a few weeks of really great conversations decided to take the plunge to meet. We’ve pretty much been together ever since.

    Sometime after we actually met, I discovered that he was a vegetarian, except for when he ate meat. It wouldn’t have mattered to me either way, but our paths would have never actually crossed save for that one little random fib. But I still like to tell folks that our entire relationship is based on a lie.

    Life is funny like that.

  24. POSTED BY Jimmytown  |  February 07, 2012 @ 5:02 pm

    Mine is a typical story of a small town (Glen Ridge) boy who goes to a small city (providence) college in search for love. Unfortunately the city wasn’t big enough for me and my friend Shawn. If you liked a girl, you have better kept her away from Shawn or he’d take her from you. So I took the one girl that I knew he wouldn’t steal: His sister!

    We met in Montclair when she was taking care of Shawn’s plants while he was away. Four years later….

  25. POSTED BY deadeye  |  February 07, 2012 @ 6:12 pm

    Thanks Howard! At the end of the day we’re all having fun and debating. It’s a great forum.

    Spiro, That wasn’t me. I was the fellow with the handlebar mustache that was operating the halal hot dog cart, while observing the scene for my masters at Halliburton.

  26. POSTED BY Sandy  |  February 07, 2012 @ 6:50 pm

    My occupation was sales and my product were DODGE cars AND DODGE trucks. As many peopole are aware of this is a 9 to 9 job, so you really do not have much time, off the showroom floor. I wss 27 when God sent in a beautitfull your lady. I sold here a car and we began dating. She was like a breath of spring and we rmutuially fell in love and2 years later, we were married

    That was all of 28 years ago, this week !! We are still in love and appreciate one & other more every day. After 28 years, we are still dedicated to one & other !!!

  27. POSTED BY Jimmytown  |  February 07, 2012 @ 7:55 pm

    Great story NjGator, and don’t worry, every first date is a lie!

  28. POSTED BY Iceman  |  February 07, 2012 @ 10:01 pm

    July 5th @ a party and Conan told this woman that she should go over and talk to me. Well, this hottie comes over and I think I’m doing ok cause this attractive lady is chatting me up. Later I go looking for her and see her smoking on the deck with other ladies. And I knew then it wasn’t going anywhere cause I never dated nor would date a smoker.
    Before I left I decided to nosh at the shrimp platter and she was there so we talked more about mutual reading interests and a shared love of the Grateful Dead so I asked to exchange emails addresses to have a new pen pal.
    After approx 5 weeks of exchanging emails with her where it got to the point where I missed our emails while thinking about her on the weekend; I had dinner with my Dad and told him about her and said I was disappointed cause she was a smoker. He looked me in the eye and said ” dont let that stop you from the chance with a wonderful lady”. I called her and we had a fun date over dewars and soda at the Cloverleaf. During that date she asked what took me so long to call her and I said it was because I don’t date smokers. On our second date she stopped smoking around me and eventually she quit. We got married 4 years later and I’m forever in Conan’s debt.

  29. POSTED BY Nellie  |  February 08, 2012 @ 7:27 am

    I met my boyfriend through a dating service. I wanted someone who liked cats and when I met him, he had three. At the time, I thought that was a little excessive (Anyone here who knows who I am will know how funny that is).

    No need to enter me in the drawing. I’m already attending a symphony compliments of a Baristanet contest. Someone else should win this one.

  30. POSTED BY montclairjane  |  February 08, 2012 @ 7:39 am

    We met on February 5, 2000 at college (Wittenberg University, Springfield, OH) during our junior year. We had many mutual friends but had never met, which was rare on a small campus of 2500 total students. When our paths finally crossed at a friend’s party, it was love at first site. I was enamored with this guy from New Jersey, nicknamed “Jersey” since there were so few NJ students. We hit it off immediately, he walked me home that night and kissed me goodnight. I went into my house and told my roommates that I had met the man I would marry – I just knew it! We have been inseparable ever since. After college, I made the move to the foreign land of NJ, we were engaged in 2003, married in 2004 and two kids later, still going strong. We were truly made for each other, I can’t think of a better person than my husband, we are best friends and love being with each other! Pick us!! We could use a night out away from the kids!!!! 😀

  31. POSTED BY herbeverschmel  |  February 08, 2012 @ 7:47 am

    In all seriousness my college roommates lived in Hoboken and working in the city while I was still ‘finishing up’ and bartending. Went there one night for drinks and by chance met some young ladies watching the Yankees. Out that chance meeting there were 4 weddings and 25 yrs later were all still close (btw- i had to type using limited f letter its sticking on my keyboard and driving me nuts)

  32. POSTED BY Conan  |  February 08, 2012 @ 8:25 am

    And I am still getting over the hangover from that wedding, Ice…

    Strange travel suggestions are Dancing Lessons From God, as Kurt Vonnegut put it. In the early 90’s I was living in Boston and working as an IT Consultant all over the east coast. I got a call from an agent who asked me if I would like to go to Springdale, Arkansas for a three-month contract. Well, why not — both my children were out of college and there was no other reason for me to stay in Boston, so I loaded up the car and drove West. Three months turned into five years working for Tyson’s, and during that time I met She Who Must (Now) Be Obeyed through a mutual friend (who was then dating Bill Clinton’s Arkansas lawyer / campaign manager). We met at Coy’s Place in Fayetteville, AR: I thought she was snobby and she thought I was snobby. We were both partially right, but we got past that and the rest is history. After almost 17 years together, we are still “contract-to-hire,” and one of these days we may even get married. Maybe.

  33. POSTED BY nochooches  |  February 08, 2012 @ 4:08 pm

    I met my husband back in 2003 on I wrote that I was looking for someone to challenge my way of thinking. He wrote that he loved sitting on a park bench and “watching nature.” After emailing back and forth a few times and speaking on the phone, we decided to meet for a little lunch date on the Lower East Side. He thought my jeans with the rawhide laces up the back were tacky. I thought his oversized army jacket and hiking boots were plain ugly. Despite our differences in attire, lunch segued into a movie that day. There was even a little kiss before we parted. Then, he upped the ante by calling me on the way home to say what a good time he had. To this girl from Queens, this boy from New Jersey was just too “nice” for me. But I gave it a whirl and after dating for a while, I realized that I liked “nice.” In fact, I even loved “nice.” In fact, he’s made me a much nicer person by just being himself. And how nice is that?

  34. POSTED BY yogicchai  |  February 08, 2012 @ 5:27 pm

    I went to India in July 2006 to meet my spiritual teacher (Guru) for the first time. After meeting him and spending time at his Ashram in the Himalayas, I decided I wanted to become a monk and live like a Yogi for the rest of my life. My Guru accepted my request and initiated me as a Sadhu (Yogi) of the Juna Akhara and gave me the name of Raghavendra Giri…I was thrilled!

    To my surprise after a few days, he said to me “Raghavendra, you know you have to go back to your country right?” Ah, No Baba I want to stay here and live like a Sadhu! No, you have some responsibilities there. No Baba I have no responsibilities at all! You don’t have them now Raghavendra, but you will soon and its part of your karma to fulfill them…Ok, can’t argue with my Guru I thought.

    Flew back to the USA where I was running a Yoga studio in Warwick NY. Only a few months later, Angela who worked in NYC was visiting her cousin (Nancy) for the weekend who had moved to Sussex county. Nancy who had come to my studio once suggested Angela to go with her for a yoga class at my place. We met that Saturday for the first time. We spent the rest of Saturday and Sunday talking about God, Yoga, Spirituality. I was in heaven!

    At this point she thought she had found her Guru, until her Guru decided to kiss her the week after at Ananda Ashram in Monroe, NY in front of a fire after an evening of Kirtan ~ Devotional Chanting. Few months later, we got married and now have two little Goddesses Dalia & Giulia.

    Angela and our two children have met my Guru who comes to NYC once a year. My Guru was right and Im glad I followed his words 🙂

  35. POSTED BY theprimroseplath  |  February 08, 2012 @ 7:27 pm

    I was in my “Art of Film” class junior year of high school, when a good friend at the time told me she had met a handsome young man at a showing of Rocky Horror in Montclair. 

    Summer break was looming, and I knew I’d soon have a lot of free time on my hands. Also, I was single. These two facts combined left me too intrigued not to go along the following week, in hopes of meeting a sweetie of my own.

    As luck would have it, I met a nice fellow and had a great time talking with him; we even left the theater to continue out conversation. I didn’t  have a permit at the time, so in order for him to take me on dates, he’d have to drive thirty miles to pick me up. This alone was enough to impress me; I was over the moon. In an unfortunate twist of fate, this was the same fellow in which my friend had been interested. This (understandably) put me on unstable ground with both my girl friend and most of our mutuals buds. As bad as it sounds, I didn’t much care.

    As teenage love is not known for it’s durability, we had a predictably bitter split. Not so predictable was the fact that eight years later, we were married at a spot that we often visited when we wanted to cuddle without my parents interfering. Now we live in Montclair, which is where we first met, and where we became engaged.

  36. POSTED BY kay  |  February 08, 2012 @ 8:26 pm

    Lol, Conan! You’re “temp-to-perm”!

  37. POSTED BY michaelk  |  February 08, 2012 @ 11:59 pm

    It was summer and I was living in Boston after college. One of my best friend’s was in town. He had been invited to a 4th of July holiday party on a lake in Erving, Massachusetts hosted by one of his high school pals. He asked me to join him. I didn’t want to go. I wouldn’t know anyone there and especially didn’t want to camp out with strangers. But I owned a car and he only had his bicycle. It would be a 72 mile ride for him.

    Two hours later, we arrived in Erving – in my car. Tents were set up everywhere and I didn’t know anyone. I stood by the lake’s edge and threw stones into the water. Behind me a group of people were talking. One person went on and on about the enjoyment of their law school courses, professors and what specific steps they were going to take to get a job after graduating, and where they wanted to live.

    As a struggling writer, I could care less about law school, lawyers or the law profession. But I was immensely impressed with this person’s passion and dedication – something I didn’t experience from many people I met up to that point.

    I got up the courage to speak to her when she was alone. There was nothing flirtatious about our conversation. It was mostly about her our own goals and interests – and then we moved on.

    The sun went down and I said goodbye to my best friend. I asked him to give my phone number to the girl as an afterthought. As I drove back to Boston that evening, I told myself I’m not sure I like that girl but I think I just met my wife.

    23 years later, my best friend lives down the street from me and the girl I wasn’t sure I liked is now someone I love.

  38. POSTED BY jsantarcangelo  |  February 10, 2012 @ 12:01 pm

    It was October 2009, and I was going with a friend to the Montclair Bikery for a bike tech seminar, where we would learn how to change a bike tire, disengage bike brakes, etc. I should mention that I did not want to go. I asked my friend who else would be there in the hope that I could back out, and she said that she thought we would be the only people. I decided to go because I did not want to bail on her and break my promise. Other details worth mentioning – I did not look cute, was wearing a Yankees t-shirt (it was the night before the World Series), had put my hair in a ponytail and had no make-up on.

    We showed up at the Bikery to find that it was filled with people. Later I found out they were part of a triathlon team that my now fiance owns. My friend and I were standing around and chit chatting with random people, and I noticed that the guy behind the desk was wearing a Boston Red Sox hat. I felt it necessary to say something to him about the Yankees being in the World Series and if he will enjoy watching an arch rival vie for a World Championship. After a couple of exchanges from the guy behind the desk, another guy (my now fiance) sitting in front of me turned around and asked “Well who is your favorite baseball team?” I opened up my jacket to reveal my t-shirt and politely said “Uh the Yankees of course.”

    The crowd eventually thinned out, and the leftover people headed to the basement for the seminar. Over the course of about an hour my friend and I learned various bike maintenance tips. I can distinctly remember my now fiance showing me how to put a tire back on a bike.

    Eventually the discussion moved to what everyone did for a living, and I revealed that I worked for my father and brother’s business doing HR work. I found out that a teenaged Bikery employee had experience in the kind of work that my company did, and so I gave him my business card to email me his resume. I should mention that my now fiance was standing right next to the teen and saw that I gave him my business card.

    My friend and I eventually decided it was time to go, and as we were leaving I said thank you to the Red Sox fan for showing us everything and that I would be back in the spring to buy a bike. Yes, I was at a bike seminar even though I did not own a bike. Right after my friend and I left, my now fiance snatched the business card from the teenaged employee and said that he would send him my contact info the next day.

    That Friday I received an email from the guy who asked me who my favorite baseball team was. His name was Jason and he wanted to know if I had been watching the World Series. We exchanged a couple of emails that day, and then about two weeks later we went out on our first date – dinner at Cuban Pete’s.

    Fast forward two wonderful and exciting years later, we are now engaged.

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