First day of my sophomore year of college, my roommate comes back to the room with two smoking hot girls and was like “they want to smoke pot with us.”

I thought “damn good job!”

25 years later I’m married to one of those “girls” and we have two beautiful sons together.

Met on irc a hundred years ago. Moved to a different state to be together. Got married, had kids, still together livin’ the dream. No regerts. Ragerts. Whatever.

I was in an EMN relationship when we met on a hookup subreddit. My partner was at the time struggling with an addiction, and forgot our first conversation when I messaged the next day, but I was patient and went back over it with them. My EMN relationship combusted a few months later when my ex forgot the ethical part, and after a few more months of seeing each other more casually, my partner and I became an item. Its been six years now and I still can’t believe how lucky I was to be scrolling just the right reddit at just the right time to meet the love of my life.

She picked me up in a bar. Been married for 23 years now

We both volunteered at the same music festival.

I don’t really like music.

We were chatting on IRC, and no I wasn’t a moderator. We decided to meet IRL several months to maybe a year after starting chatting. We lived less than 2 hours apart so that made it easier. I encouraged her to find a job in my city as life in Switzerland is sweeter than life with minimal income in Lyon (France), she did and moved in with me.

That was 15 years ago, we’ve been married for 7 years before getting a divorce in 2024 but we are still friends and talk regularly. She’s now a Swiss citizen and is very happy with her professional life.

Now I am not looking for a significant other anymore, but all of my, ahem, ‘adult games partners’ have been met in bars or places like that.

We met on the internet back when that was still viewed as kinda sketchy.

We progressed very quickly from being friends to deciding we were meant for each other to having a kid on the way and being married at a very young age.

I think most people knew we were doomed from the start.

And I don’t blame them for thinking so, but we’re planning to renew our vows in a few years, when we celebrate our 25th anniversary. Just to twist the knife.

In all seriousness, I love my wife more than I ever thought I would be capable of loving someone else, and that is a statement that is increasingly true with time, and mutually shared, as it seems we aren’t done falling in love yet.

But I hesitate to relate this story, romantic as it is (and it is), because it risks validating what was really a series of poorly informed decisions; partially the passion of youth and partially the ignorance of a sheltered upbringing. It so happens we did and do love each other, but there are many unknowable versions of our story where our love would just not have been able to overcome our circumstances. We are beating the odds so far, but the odds are, yknow, the odds.

But damn I love my wife.

On a dating app. Bumble or Plenty of Fish or Coffee Meets Bagel. I no longer remember.

I had just finished college and had proof and confidence that I had shed my desperation and insecurities. I was excited to date. Had intentions of dating a lot, sleeping around, finding a cool, low commitment consistent FWB or something.

I was set to be a menace and enjoy my heaux phase.

Tinder was full of bots, so I tried a few different apps, meta few girls, but hadn’t really hit it off with anyone. I knew I liked weird/off kilter/nerdy girls. That much was certain.

So when I saw her tagline, which specifically asked for facts about a certain, semi obscure animal, I (excuse the pun) pounced And that was the greatest mistake I ever made.

She was a weirdo, to be sure. But like, a cool one. Self-confident. Curvy. With similar cultural experiences as me and a lot of similar interests and tastes. And I like the way she thought about things. She felt the same way.

After our second date I didn’t wanna talk to other women. I didn’t wanna play the field or sleep around or build a ho-tation. I just wanted her I wanted her to like me, to think about me, to want me too.

We’ve been married for 6 years now. She’s still a lil goofy. Still very charming, very curious, and chubby curvy, and the person I most wanna hangout with on any given day.

We were the only two people at a concert that weren’t part of the local arts scene, and this the only two who didn’t know anybody. I saw her alone and started talking to her. I was just trying to bum a cigarette, but she had other ideas.

My story is kinda cool. TLDR: she stole my cat.

We lived in the same street, but other than the occasional nod when passing by each other, never really talked. I always thought she was cute, though. Oh, and she was married to a typical abusive guy.

One day my cat escaped, and after a week of searching, I almost gave up. Then one day she knocked on my door and asked if that cat was mine, because she thought she was a stray, and took her in. She gave her back, apologized, and that was it. But that cat would always find a way to go back to her place, and we kind of agreed to let her have 2 homes. Still didn’t talk too much or anything.

Years passed, and she finally had enough of her husband, got a divorce, and moved out. Came to ask if she could take the cat with her, and I said that’s ok, she barely came to my place anymore anyway.

More time passed, we kept a little in touch, but still didn’t really talk to each other. And then I decided to have a barbecue at home for my birthday… I invited mostly people from work, but then thought: “it would be cool to invite her”. And so I did. We talked, and talked, and when we realized, it was already 10 pm (barbecue was supposed to be from noon to sunset). She went home, the next day I invited her out, and long story short, we’ve been together for almost 5 years, living together for 3 and a half years, have 6 cats, and our first son is about to be born.

Found her profile on Instagram and sent her a DM

Gary bar. We’re not gay.

Edit: Well fuck me in the ass. I’m leaving it as is.

Church.

That’s the neat part, I didn’t.

Introduced by a college friend. Buddy of mine was visiting my home country, we plan to meet up and he randomly and last minute tells me he’s inviting an acquaintance to our meet up. I was a bit annoyed at the sudden change in plans but turns out the rando he invited was a pretty cool lady with a lot of shared interests.

We went to a concert together that weekend, a comic convention the next and the fun kept going.