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Post by baza on Aug 5, 2017 22:24:55 GMT -5
I have been reading a few threads about Ashley Madison and similar hook up subjects, and a few other threads about the pitfalls of internet dating.
Apropos of nothing in particular, where did you first meet your spouse ?
For me (it was pre internet days) it was at a private party marking the end of examinations for a group of people in the health care industry.
Me and a couple of friends crashed the party after we heard it was on, on the grapevine.
We had already spent most of the day and evening at the pub beforehand and were pretty hammered, full of bravado and up for anything.
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Post by bballgirl on Aug 5, 2017 22:40:31 GMT -5
At a bar. I loved to shoot pool and eat oysters, I still do. I wasn't legal to get in but my roommate knew the manager so he'd let me in if I promised not to drink alcohol. So when the bartender came over and said a man across the bar wanted to buy me a drink and what I was drinking it was just Coke.
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Post by lifeinwoodinville on Aug 6, 2017 1:52:59 GMT -5
My wife and I worked together in the same building for the same employer. We were roommates for about a year then she got married and I moved away, Two years later she was getting divorced and I was there to pick up the pieces.
As a side note. When we were roommates her boyfriend would stay the night frequently and I would often hear them having sex. Just my own personal slice of hell knowing that she had a normal sex life at one point. Of course that was 23 years ago, before kids and she was 20 at the time.
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Post by petrushka on Aug 6, 2017 4:50:11 GMT -5
As a side note. When we were roommates her boyfriend would stay the night frequently and I would often hear them having sex. Just my own personal slice of hell knowing that she had a normal sex life at one point. Of course that was 23 years ago, before kids and she was 20 at the time. Ye gods, that must feel like a kick in the nuts .... Insult to injury and all that. At least I had a clue that mine had not had much of a sexlife (if any) with her last husband. She blamed it on shift-work. |
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Post by petrushka on Aug 6, 2017 4:57:42 GMT -5
Internet, as it happens. We were email pen-pals for a time, then she was going to visit a mate in Perth and I said "well if you are coming *that* far already,
why don't you come a little further and visit me as well?" All that was not quite before the WWW but certainly before things like Ashley Madison.
I have a feeling though that match.com did offer free accounts before that, strictly text based. Think that's where I may have hooked up with my late
friend Geri (great friendship, no benefits - she had so many issues, I didn't want to go there - one of those issues (pain pills) ended up killing her).
When you're living barely 8km this side of the Black Stump, as I have for the last 35 years, you just don't get many opportunities to meet new people "in the flesh".
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Post by wewbwb on Aug 6, 2017 7:40:07 GMT -5
Hell. Well, "hell's kitchen "  (see what I did there?) The first time was on New Year's eve. We met but I went home with another woman. (Her husband was in the band and disappeared with a groupie.) The next time was at a mutual friends birthday party in a bar. I don't forgive him. |
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Post by petrushka on Aug 6, 2017 7:41:15 GMT -5
At a bar. I loved to shoot pool and eat oysters, I still do. I wasn't legal to get in but my roommate knew the manager so he'd let me in if I promised not to drink alcohol. So when the bartender came over and said a man across the bar wanted to buy me a drink and what I was drinking it was just Coke. If you ever come to NZ we have to go to the club and shoot some pool. I am *terrible* these days, I haven't played in decades. I found that out when I tried a couple of months back (and then I twisted my knee and been on crutches, even a zimmer-frame, since, so pool was completely out of the question) but I'll go back and try again if I can't find the groove again. Hell, back in the day I used to hold the table against all comers until I went home to prepare the next lesson plan .... |
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Post by bballgirl on Aug 6, 2017 7:55:38 GMT -5
At a bar. I loved to shoot pool and eat oysters, I still do. I wasn't legal to get in but my roommate knew the manager so he'd let me in if I promised not to drink alcohol. So when the bartender came over and said a man across the bar wanted to buy me a drink and what I was drinking it was just Coke. If you ever come to NZ we have to go to the club and shoot some pool. I am *terrible* these days, I haven't played in decades. I found that out when I tried a couple of months back (and then I twisted my knee and been on crutches, even a zimmer-frame, since, so pool was completely out of the question) but I'll go back and try again if I can't find the groove again. Hell, back in the day I used to hold the table against all comers until I went home to prepare the next lesson plan .... It's a deal!! |
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Post by wewbwb on Aug 6, 2017 7:55:39 GMT -5
At a bar. I loved to shoot pool and eat oysters, I still do. I wasn't legal to get in but my roommate knew the manager so he'd let me in if I promised not to drink alcohol. So when the bartender came over and said a man across the bar wanted to buy me a drink and what I was drinking it was just Coke. If you ever come to NZ we have to go to the club and shoot some pool. I am *terrible* these days, I haven't played in decades. I found that out when I tried a couple of months back (and then I twisted my knee and been on crutches, even a zimmer-frame, since, so pool was completely out of the question) but I'll go back and try again if I can't find the groove again. Hell, back in the day I used to hold the table against all comers until I went home to prepare the next lesson plan .... Wait . .. you injured yourself playing pool? I don't understand how that is possible. |
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Post by lifeinwoodinville on Aug 6, 2017 9:07:05 GMT -5
As a side note. When we were roommates her boyfriend would stay the night frequently and I would often hear them having sex. Just my own personal slice of hell knowing that she had a normal sex life at one point. Of course that was 23 years ago, before kids and she was 20 at the time. Ye gods, that must feel like a kick in the nuts .... Insult to injury and all that. At least I had a clue that mine had not had much of a sexlife (if any) with her last husband. She blamed it on shift-work. Funny thing is I am still friends with the guy to this day. He's a fun guy, and apparently very fast as he can dodge bullets. Lol! |
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Post by petrushka on Aug 6, 2017 10:09:06 GMT -5
If you ever come to NZ we have to go to the club and shoot some pool. I am *terrible* these days, I haven't played in decades. I found that out when I tried a couple of months back (and then I twisted my knee and been on crutches, even a zimmer-frame, since, so pool was completely out of the question) but I'll go back and try again if I can't find the groove again. Hell, back in the day I used to hold the table against all comers until I went home to prepare the next lesson plan .... Wait . .. you injured yourself playing pool? I don't understand how that is possible. Nope, I injured myself going down a stoop at a friends house and twisting my knee in the process. Coincidentally, this happened shortly after I had started playing pool at the local social club (just knocking the balls around the table by myself, I was too bad to give anyone a decent game). Well the twisted knee put a stop to THAT. {bugger} {mutter, mumble} Ultimately it's all the diabetes nurse's fault, because she was the one who decided I need more exercise - and see what that led to. I've practically been sitting on my arse for 3 months now. Heh. Long story. Aerobics classes at the hydrotherapy pool came into it for a month .. which led to my knees being so wonky that one went 'crunch' as I was taking that step down over the shallow stoop. Never been a friend of exercise outside of honest work. This just confirms it for me. :-P |
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Post by worksforme2 on Aug 6, 2017 14:41:22 GMT -5
Let's see who can beat this.....I met my ex-W through the want adds. I placed an add in the personals of the local newspaper and she answered it. This was of coarse 25 yrs. ago and at that time doing this was a pretty acceptable way of meeting someone outside a bar. We had a couple phone conversations then went on a couple dates. I think it was the 3rd date I plowed the furrow.
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Post by solitarysoul on Aug 6, 2017 18:44:51 GMT -5
Speed dating....she was won of a few women I said yes to... But I did stop and pause....should I check yes or no...I checked yes....and when the other girls dumped me...the rest was history....
I still think about that pause....
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2017 19:27:01 GMT -5
eHarmony, where you are matched based on 29 dimensions of compatibility. Except sex.
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Post by solitarysoul on Aug 6, 2017 19:43:19 GMT -5
eHarmony, where you are matched based on 29 dimensions of compatibility. Except sex. 😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒 Boom.... But true romantic love, the kind that lasts forever, has nothing to do with sex right?...it's all about the glass slipper...right Cinderella??? Or so society tells us.... It's that 30th dimension that is the killer...look at all the couples together only BECAUSE of the sex.... (Glad I never had success on that site...) |
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