As much as I love fictional romance, there’s nothing quite like the real deal. I love hearing how couples first met, wooed, and fell in love. And even more than that, I love hearing how they keep that love alive, long past the happily-ever-after.
My own personal love story is all kinds of cliche. In fact, when I tell people how I met my husband, they always laugh in that, “Are you serious?” kind of way.
Because I was the receptionist. And he was the hot delivery guy.
No joke.
I remember getting all giddy whenever he’d come in to deliver packages. Then one day, he walked in the office as I was headed out for lunch. Only instead of continuing inside, he turned around and walked with me to the elevator.
Much to my shock, he asked me out.
And what was my suave response? “Do you even know my name?”
“Of course,” he said. “You sign for the packages. Your name’s Kate.”
Here’s the thing about me.
Before that moment in time, nobody had ever called me Kate. It was always Katie. But my signature was awful and I was too tongue-tied to correct him. So I wrote Kate along with my number on a gum wrapper and gave it to him. He still has the gum wrapper (aw!). His entire family calls me Kate. And for the first year of our relationship, all my friends referred to him as the UPS guy. Even though he never worked for UPS.
I’d love to hear your real-life romance! Who knows? Maybe it’s amazing novel-material. Please share in the comments section below. I promise to ask your permission before turning your life into a novel!
Love, love, love your story.
OK, here’s mine:
My husband knocked me down at a karate studio.
Yep, he sure did.
Except I like to say he “swept me off my feet.”
Long story short, I was working out for an exam and an instructor asked Rob to “sneak attack” me. Next thing I knew, this cute guy took a running leap at me from across the room …
Yeah.
That’s the start of true love, don’tcha’ think?
It was for me.
That. Is. Awesome. Your husband karate chopped you and then you fell in love! That is most definitely a movie or a book in the making!
First day at University I see Mr Tall, Dark & Handsome across a room and am impressed
Two days later walk into my first meeting with the Navigators and Mr TD&H is leading worship, singing and playing guitar. Very impressed!
Get to know Mr TD&H over next couple of weeks and he is funny, I mean naturally, Billy Crystal kind of funny. Super impressed!
Mr TD&H and friends toss me fully clothed into the ocean a couple of months later at camp. Impressed radar wanes a little!
Try to have a serious conversation with Mr TD&H…doesn’t happen. Try again…and again..and again. Radar flounders toward the negative zone.
I form a crush on Mr TD&H’s best friend.
MR TD&H spends next 8 months tormenting me with silliness so much so I go home one night crying and say to my mum, “I can’t stand the guy!”
Powers that be put Mr TD&H and me in charge of special dinner at retreat some 14 months after we first met. Forced to spend a lot of time with him.
Realise Mr TD&H is not as awful as I thought.
Further realise best friend of Mr TD&H is not as appealing as I thought!
Group of us go away for a few days. I wonder why Mr TD&H is looking at me strangely with his gorgeous, chocolate brown eyes.
Surprised I now think he has gorgeous, chocolate brown eyes!
As group sits around one night, sharing blankets to keep warm, Mr TD&H reaches for my hand under said blanket. Try to look normal and carry on conversation with others!
Realise I enjoy holding MrTD&H’s hand and he isn’t that silly after all
The rest, they say is history!
Ah! I loved reading that Rel! It gave me the giddies. I know giddies isn’t a word….but it totally should be, right? What a great story. And how much better that it’s TRUE!
Love it, Rel!!!
You should put this on your blog. 
Ooo, I wanna play!!
And then he lays an amazing smile on me, one I’d seen a hundred times before but never really noticed. So I did.
Okay, I was sixteen – yep – when I met my ever-after guy. We actually met at a youth camp as I was trying to climb up and then down, not very successfully, a very high mountain in New York State. Being the gentleman that I thought he was, he offered his arm and ensured I got back to camp without any broken limbs. I didn’t think he had any ulterior motives of course. I was sixteen, what did I know? Months later, he’s still hanging around, we’re ‘friends’, and he’s listening as I share the latest in a series of really stupid mistakes I was making with some other guy who should not have even gotten a second glance from me, but did. And then finally one night, my ‘friend’ spills his guts and tells me to forget this other guy and give him a chance instead.
Twenty-five years, two amazing kids and the rest of my life with the guy who still makes my stomach flip when he smiles.
That’s my real-life romance.
Ah! Cathy – that made me all giddy inside! I love that he laid it all on the line for you. What a guy! And what a story!
Nice story, Kate…
I met the love of my life online at a web site for artists. Only problem was we lived on opposite sides of the world. So, after 9 months, I packed up and went to her side. Not only did I find love, but a whole new life to go with it. By the way, we’re getting married Feb. 2012
LOL! You can call me Kate if you want. After seven years of marriage, I’m quite used to it.
I love that you packed up all your stuff and moved for her! That is so romantic! And congrats on the coming marriage!
I love these!
Mine is a bit different.
The first time I saw my husband was when my mother was visiting my college congregation with me, saw him playing the piano, and pointed him out. Little did she know the bishop would ask me to be in charge of the congregational singing and make him the accompanist, or that I would think he was incredibly arrogant (thanks to his smug “There’s nothing in the hymnal I can’t play” comment; I love a challenge!).
For the next three years we were best friends. We’d talk about everything from family to dating to struggles in school, but we never went out. Imagine my shock when I came home a week after I’d graduated to find a note on my computer asking me to marry him. Our first kiss was a month after we were engaged. Friends who’d gone home for the summer called to ask if our wedding announcements were a practical joke.
Twenty years and four children later, he’s still my best friend and favorite accompanist (there has yet to be a piece of music I’ve placed in front of him that he can’t play).
This story just makes me smile!! I love best-friends-turned-romantic. And I love that you thought he was arrogant when you first met! That’s a story in the making!
I was dating my college boyfriend of 3 years, when I met my future husband. Everything was starting to go so well in my life. I had an awesome job right out of college, I had just passed the CPA exam and I finally wasn’t poor! But I was still unhappy. While all my friends were getting engaged around me, my college boyfriend and I couldn’t seem to agree on the direction we wanted out lives to turn.
I left for a 2 week training seminar with 10 other new hired college grads from my office and in the airport, this tall, dark and very handsome guy walks up with other people from my office. And what do I say, “You work in our office? I have never seen you.”
Well he had seen me. He had even seen my boyfriend drop me off at the airport. Two weeks later I knew I was in the wrong relationship. Two years later we were married. He actually told me on our first date (after I ended my other relationship) that he had butterflies when he was with me. I felt the same way. 11 years of marriage and 3 boys later, we are happier than ever!
A love triangle! Only this one seemed to be a no-brainer. Butterflies are the best! Congrats on the 11 years of marriage and the three boys!
Mike and I were friends for several years before we started dating. We hung out in the same group of friends who went to our church and Arizona State University—we would all ride the shuttle from West to Main campus, eat lunch together during the week, and hold game nights on the weekends.
I guess Mike liked me from the beginning (so sweet!), but I had no clue. I was going through a lot of stuff-—my mom was sick for a long time, and finally passed away at the beginning of our junior year—-so let’s just say I was “emotionally unavailable” at the time. But he just kept on being my friend and I never knew that he really wanted to ask me out.
Finally, toward the very end of our junior year, Mike and I started talking more frequently. I respected him so much; he was (and still is!) so intelligent, generous, funny, kind-hearted, a protector, a true friend, and above all, a godly, godly man.
He finally asked me out in April of 2005. We started dating the summer before our senior year (yes, it took me awhile to say yes…that’s another story!) and got engaged a year and a week later.
Then November 18, 2006, I walked down the aisle and have never looked back since.
What a good guy, Lindsay!! Love your story!
I don’t have mine, yet. Afraid it’ll never happen, to be told (well, humanly so – trusting God’s perfect Providence, even if it is a call to singleness).
I can share my parents’. Dad rode along with a friend who was a State Trooper. Saw Mom drive by. Friend ran the license plate. That at least told him who my grandfather was…. It took a fair amount of persistence, and Mom realizing this was not, in fact, some other hot-rodding guy in town, for her to go out with him.
Mark – now THAT is a story waiting to be told! I seriously love that story!
Cute! Good that he didn’t work for UPS. I don’t like those guys
No story for me yet!
Will come back to this when I do haha