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Both of them into watersports, what’s the chances of that?
Do the math. 😉
We met at the old Platform One bar in Edinburgh. It's long gone, we're still around.
At the Dentists while having a wisdom tooth removed, <span style="font-size: 0.8rem;">she was the Nurse. Gotta love a </span>poppered<span style="font-size: 0.8rem;"> uniform!</span>
In a climbing hut near Capel Curig.
At the Brunton Theatre in Musselburgh for a performance of Anne Frank's Diary (with a joint friend) .
She lived next door in uni halls. Lots of pubs were shared in our group of friends, but also kitchens, living rooms and walks/runs/ bike rides in the countryside.
I tried to propose at one such pub, but she insisted in going face first down the tarmac before we got there 🙄
I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar.....
First met when she joined the University caving club with her long term boyfriend. 12 months later me and my other caving house mates moved into a bigger house with them as our rental agreement was over. And 3 months after that I moved into her bed 🙂 and the BF had the boot.
Halfway up a sea cliff as a Winter tempest blew in off the Atlantic.
Oh, hang on, wrong one...
..... through a haze of marijuana smoke in a cycle couriers' squat in North London. Circa early 1990s.
We met at my student house; she was a friend of one of my housemates.
First date was down the pub though, and a decent real-ale boozer at that.
We always joke it was an arranged marriage .... her father navigated for me when we were rallying .... then we started going out after a while - now some 35 years later .. married 30 years next year.
Always say I spent the night with my Father-In-Law before I spent it with my wife 🙂
In a cafe. From on line dating
Can I just say that I'm totally fine with not having seen binners dressed as a cocktail waitress
First one - outside a halls of residence at Sheffield Uni
Current one - online, then at All Bar One in Cheltenham
Cocktail waitress? Ha, in a smock behind the counter at Greggs more like...
On a group ride, then on a well known dating app, then for a few bike rides and climbing sessions to get to know her.
I think we've only met in a pub when we were going out for dinner once and she was a bit later than me. I don't think she even had a drink there - correction we met in a pub when we went away to the lakes for a weekend with lots of people, and we did both have a drink then.
Other past partners (>2 month duration only)...
My house (friend of a friend dinner party)
pub (through an online forum)
pub (well, student union, barely remembered meeting her)
pub (school age)
I kind of think it's quite a good environment to get to know new people - inhibitions are lowered, you're in a good mood (generally) and can have a bit of a chat and get to know someone rather than just seeing how they look/dance. I've always preferred a good night chatting in a pub than a loud dj or a club in general, too.
i downloaded mine off the internet.
Sharing a tent at Pukkelpop in 2007.
Well, technically my flat before we left but nobody remembers that beyond resolving never to buy Stowells wine ever again (one of the few things I've stuck to over the years).
Don't see so many workgroups in pubs anymore as people either work remotely or offices etc are much smaller.
In the members kitchen of Ambleside YHA over a bag of spinnach and a heated debate over social policy. She left her phone number in my bag of food that was in the collective fridge in said kitchen and the reason she knew it was my bag of food is because it was the only one that had spinnach in it.
Honestly that was the point I knew I would end up marrying her.
First one – outside a halls of residence at Sheffield Uni
Current one
You don't sound entirely optomistic there Simon!
Yep. Also met mine at a pub but perhaps not in the way the rest of you have...
geetee - Is she called Olive by any chance?
Don’t see so many workgroups in pubs anymore as people either work remotely or offices etc are much smaller.
Any pub near a railway station at knocking off time, especially on a Friday. The Prince of Wales in Didcot has every table booked from 4.00 on a Friday afternoon by techie types from Milton Park and Harwell heading home.
I don't have a partner, but I do have a CAMRA membership. I'm happy I'm supporting pubs.
Bregante, that fur coat goes well with the dress - I can see why you'd snap her up
(hospital ward for us - Simpson 2 at the City, for any interested Notts locals. I guess there'll be a blue plaque)
binners dressed as a cocktail waitress
#Strangest
A bank too? He has had some jobs.
Stealth edit there, Flashy.
Met mine whilst buying a car engine off a mate, his gobby little sister came out and took the piss out of us talking about cars.
We’ve been married 25 years! She still takes the piss when I talk about cars😁
At a school mate's 18th birthday party back in 1991/92 held in a local social club.
As I remember, his family got him a stripper too. He wasn't pleased.
Ooh, Simpson 2, I had a testicle removed there last year.
Nothing to do with my wife, we met on a blind date at a Wishbone Ash concert on midsummer night in 1971. Neither of us wanted to go. She was along to help cool the ardour of her friend's boyfriend, my brother. He took me to divert the gooseberry
I've got something to put in you....
In a gay bar, a gay bar
My current partner i was introduced to me by a girl i really fancied and still get on great with her and is so loyal and that is great attribute she has. Im a wee bit like the bang on the ear by the Waterboys
We met, in fancy dress, at a new years party while on a skiing holiday in Andorra.30yrs next year.
How do you know it's definitely her?
I’ll have to ask her when we met, I’m sure Faithless was kicking out tunes at the time.
She can’t remember either, but does recollect the God is a DJ stage wiggle 🕺🤣👍💃
She still takes the piss when I talk about cars
Just as merciless, then?
Slightly mangled quote but...
“There was a club where I liked to go where I met someone who really loves me...”
At a friends Wedding. Weddings were always awesome for pulling, you might not think so, but I challenge any Women to go to a friends wedding single and not worry about if they're ever going to meet 'the one'. I was always an opportunist shagger.
My Wife however will argue we actually met in the Pub on NYE about 3 years previous, but whilst we were both at the same pub, at the same time in two different groups, who, for a moment or two merged because her friend is my Mate's sister, I don't remember talking to her and if I was told I wasn't actually there I couldn't argue, but she likes to tell people I ignored her because her tall, slim, blonde friend was stood next too her.
Sometimes she actually gets annoyed by this in retrospect, almost to the point of "I can't believe my husband ignored me all night on NYE to talk to my taller, slimmer Blonde friend" which sounds bad until you remember I DIDN'T ACTUALLY MEET, MEET HER FOR ANOTHER THREE YEARS.
In the Salvation Army Homeless Shelter in Plymouth - the stolen glances across the reheated pasta and soup, the slight touch of our hands cleaning the communal toilets and showers.............we both worked for different High Street Banks at the time and had to get involved in community days ....................
2003 T2 Heathrow queuing for check in for same biking trip to the Atlas Mountains
Internet/online dating - I clicked the wrong button...... nearly 10 years later were still together and been married for 6.
Met my missus in Sainsbury's Halifax, the old one on the wool shops before it moved.
She worked on the deli, I worked on the bakery. I used to help clean out her fly tray, and apparently she could see my black boxxers beneath my bakery whites.
I said to my mate that any one who had legs that nice in THAT uniform has to be a keeper. 25 years this year.
I met mine, in a pub, while living a nursery rhyme - there's a verse that goes:
"Up and down the City Road
In and out of The Eagle
That's the way the money goes
Pop goes the Weasel"
So, there I was, in the Eagle pub, just off the City Road, drinking money I didn't have and I started making friends with the slightly bonkers Kiwi barmaid. That was 20 years ago, we're still together.
(while there are different interpretations, the one that seems to make most sense is that "pop goes the weasel" here refers to pawning (for which "pop" was a popular euphemism) one's "weasel (and stoat)" = coat in cockerny rhyming slang - that my excessive drinking was at that time largely funded by credit cards, was a reference to popular folk rhymes that I didn't fully appreciate at the time.)
at a Mansun concert in 1998 (while her friend was swapping saliva with my mate).
At a mates party, her chest came in before she did.
Met the missus in a bar, swapped numbers, first date in a pub.