1 guy alone in a house with 4 females?!?! Pinch me!!

My wife and I were politely asked to leave the ( religious ) college we were attending, lol. we were married 3 years later. It will be 10 years the third of May.

I met my wife when she was living with a good college friend and frat brother's fiance.

Congrats Apocalypse!
Mine was a good freind of mines sister. A banana split and a LOT of roses later she was mine. I'm still paying for those flowers

Hahaha Thankx Cosmo
Did you get the flowers on lay-away??

my wife lived directly across the street from me when i was in college. as a mere high school kid, she was totally beneath any attention on my part (lol). she pestered me for 6 years until i went to vietnam, and resumed pestering me on the other coast as soon as i returned. we got married 2 months after i got back, and that's 29 years ago. she has amazing persistence. not the best taste, but amazing persistence.

I met my husband at college. He lived on the other side of the wall (we were in a co-ed dorm). We might not have actually met each other because he always went home on the weekends to work on race car engines for his friends. (I assumed that he went home to see his girlfriend). The RA was his suite mate and basically made him go on a floor function bowling thing (the RAs had to do a couple a year or they got in trouble) and I had nothing better to do that night. He sat around talking with me for a few hours after that back at the dorm. He wasn't scared off by my pet iguana who was hanging on my arm, so I decided he was OK.

We have been together for about 10 years and have been married for 7. At our wedding reception, in his brothers toast to us, he said: "we knew it was serious when Jeff said he had 'better things to do' then come home and work on cars." He should be happy now because he has a wife *and* his racing stuff.

My wife and I met in a libary of all places.

Back in Jan, 1980, I was going camping with a mate, Don..a fellow Spitfire owner in the same car club. He had a school friend who wanted to come too and I had a spare passenger seat. We went to the Cathedral Ranges [in Victoria] and amongst other things I tore off my exhaust pipe on a dry creek bed...[don't ask, but Bruce would die]. We made camp, I wired the exhaust back on [sort of]...and that afternoon we took off on a one hour 'walk' [to the tune of 'three hour cruise'].
To our eternal amusement, this was more accurately described as a 6 hour trek. I decided then to kill the guy who suggested this walk.
Night fell, and we were lost in rugged mountain terrain where one wrong step and snap goes your leg.
Terry [now my wife] was faint and had to be helped/supported.
I plotted creative methods of extermination.....Bruce would die with style.
I decided it was too dark and dangerous to continue, since we could only guess which way to go...[Bruce had led us off-track as well.....castration was looking good].
Fortunately for us all, I smoked and had matches with me, so I lit a small fire to keep warm with till daybreak.
So there we were, Terry and I, 'sleeping' together just hours after meeting....[actually, I was looking at options for post-castration....knee-capping or bamboo under fingers...ah, decisions, decisions].
Just as it became light, a car drove past on the other side of the valley....we'd been sleeping just 100 yards from the road we had set out on.
We got back to camp early and I cooked cheese and onion omelettes...and had a beer or ten.
Getting back to her place, in a car with a noisy exhaust. I asked Terry, if, after all the dramas of the weekend [like almost perishing on a mountain side], she wouldn't be against doing something a little less dramatic like going to the Drive-In.
She said yes. Silly girl [that was her chance to escape], we got married in June, '82 and are, still...

Dunno what happened to Bruce....my guess is that someone actually finalised extermination methods and acted on them, too...

I met my wife on the internet (www.matchmaker.com) 2 1/2 years ago. I lived in Edmonton, Canada, while she was in Near Toronto (the other side of the country). We chatted on the internet and then she called me everyday (a nice phone bill for her). A month later I moved to Toronto, leaving my family and friends behind. We moved in together right away and a year and a half later we bought a house and got married. I still get home sick all the time and have only been back home once in the past 2 1/2 years but don't regret it at all.

three weeks! and 30 years yikes!