When I met the beautiful model in Budapest and looked at her avant gaarde artist husband, I asked the obvious question. “How did you meet him?”
“I sent this text,” my outlaw laughed. (Outlaws are your in-law’s relatives) “But it went to Gabor instead of my boyfriend.”
She batted her eyelashes at him and he smiled.
“He replied that it had come to the wrong person but said I sounded interesting. I giggled and sent another. He answered it.”
They texted all day long and into the next day.
“Finally, he said he thought he was falling in love and that we should meet. We had coffee the next day and we’ve been together every since. Ten years.”
“Does that happen often in Hungary?” I asked, laughing with them both.
“We’re the only ones I know.”
One friend, long ago, stopped to tour the first atomic submarine, the USS Nautilus, moored at a New York City dock and open for visitors. The Officer of the Deck took one look at Barb and invited her out to dinner.
They’re still married some 50+ years later.
I love the serendipity of that story as well as the Hungarian outlaws.
People minding their own business, had no idea life would change because of a whimsical meeting or error.
In my novel Bridging Two Hearts, a woman terrified of driving over the Coronado Bridge rides the bus to work. She meets a group of Navy SEALs and one takes an inexplicable shine to her. And so their romance, and the book, are launched.
It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m curious about other unusual meetings. We have several friends who joined dating services, met their blind date and cancelled all their other dates. Both couples were married within months.
They’re still married 31 and 19 years later.
Friends have met their spouses in Bible studies, working on submarines (he was the officer, she a pipe fitter), through siblings, at parties, in bars, and sometimes deliberately.
“I knew I wanted to meet a Navy guy,” one Maryland woman explained long ago. “So I started going to Naval Academy dances with the rest of the girls bused in.” She flashed her big diamond and pointed to the sports car she drove. “I got a good one!”
My niece introduced her boyfriend’s cousin to her cousin (my nephew from another sibling). We attended the wedding last month even though the niece married someone else. (Are you following that? My niece knew both sides of the families well at that wedding!)
Our friend Pam walked into a camera store at lunch one day and met a man who wanted to show her everything in the store. They got married a year later.
Another friend worked at a summer camp and admired the guitar player. He saw her, too. Still wed 30 years later.
“Excuse me,” a beautiful red head said to the tall man, “could I sit here?”
It was the first day of their MBA program. “Sure.” Married seven years.
My own mother had organized a dance at UCLA and approached a line of guys leaning against the wall. “Hey, you need to get out here and dance with the women,” she said.
“Great idea!” My father grabbed her arm and danced away with her. 42 years until death parted them.
My mother-in-law was roller skating around a rink in Chicago not long after the end of World War II. She saw a sailor and invited him to join her. They were married 38 years until she died.
“You should come play volleyball at my church,” my neighbor said. “We’re going into high school and you need to meet some guys. We’ve got cute ones at our church.”
I noticed a lanky guy erecting the net when we arrived. He wore plaid shorts, a purple shirt and green socks. His hair was pretty shabby.
“He’s either really strange or very smart,” I thought.
Still smart after 36 years of marriage!
In honor of Valentine’s day, how did you meet your honey?
Meeting on a phone, submarine, at a dance or store. Happy Valentine’s! Click to Tweet