I just asked my wife if she remembered what I first said to her at that party because I couldn't remember. She said I walked up to her and told her "I've got good news and bad news. The good news is your long search for the perfect man is over. The bad news is I fart in my sleep."

She laughed about it tonight and said "well, you weren't lying."

Shit that was a pretty good line

He's a witty mother****er on here, I figured it had to transfer to the real world as well.

I've fallen in love with him like three times since I've been here.

Btw, congrats on finding that girl, Bosschief.

I said I love you way too early in life and way to often for my input on that to have any impact on this thread.

I will add though, that I knew I wanted to marry my wife only a couple weeks after I met her. I still waited like five years just to be reeeeeeeaaaallllyyy sure, but I knew right away. I even called my dad back home and talked to him about it. He was the one who suggested I take my time. I was 19 when I met her.

16 then she ****ed the whole crew

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That's good to know. I broke up with a girl last year and it absolutely destroyed me for a couple weeks. I've realized it was probably for the best, though.

No she was a hoe.

16

17-18ish for the "first time." Girl I met indirectly over MySpace. Broke up with her by sheer avoidance because she got drunk as well as insinuating I was practicing witchcraft.

22 the last time. She was dating another guy who lived hours away at the time, and I noticed her because of the mutual appreciation for a certain song one night at my fraternity house. We dated for a while, pretty much until the end of the fall semester when I didn't call her or see over the Holidays because she told me I was the worst boyfriend she ever had because I didn't want to spend every free moment I had with her. This was after mentioning her last (or second-to-last) boyfriend had physically hit her at least one time.

This came right about the time my mother told me her boyfriend was shoving her into furniture as well.

As such, I had several weeks to stew about stuff and was counseled into the idea that I should break up with her. Which I did, even though she got on her knees and begged for me not to leave her.

Fast forward three years, she's married to one of my former fraternity brothers who has allegedly laid hands on her at least once and failed out of college, while I have partied my ass off but haven't really figured out my life out.

20

funny its always been my fav number since i was a kid.. i don't believe in fate, but hell... that year changed my life for the better

It happens. Hopefully you piihb before you broke things off.

I thought I was in love at 19. I met this chick in college and my god she made me feel like a million bucks. I was on a cloud. Even though it was firmly founded in naivete, I was profoundly happy. Well, anyway we both went home for summer and I drove across the state to meet her parents and spend the weekend with her. I was seriously contemplating dropping the "L bomb". Then she dumped me. I was devistated. I hated all women and the ridiculous hold they have over us.

I met my wife the next winter after cycling through a few chiks and she kept sticking around even though I kept trying to drive her away on account of the last chick. It's a good thing too, it allowed us to develop a real love based on a relationship rather than the fleeting elation of finding someone that fit my misconceived notion of what I thought I wanted.

I may never feel the naive joy again, but I am far happier with a good woman with mutual love.

we were both 15. married her when I was 19. been together almost 35 years.
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16.

Then again 23/24. Married the second one, been married 11 years.