to ask you what made you fall in love with your dp?(109 Posts)
There's been loads of threads about awful DP's. Let's hear some nice stories, it's Valentine's Day tomorrow, come on ladies and gents share the love.
We first met when I was 15. (1999) I was working in a sandwich shop and he used to wait for me to be free to serve him. Allowing others to go first. I was so shy I said nothing but have him generous portions. Then I had no idea if it was me he liked or the way I filled his sarnies!
After a time we got together and he was kind and supportive and just lovely. Then we split up and off he went to uni 40 miles away and never returned.
Then in October 2012 I were in contact. I was at a real low. He cheered me. We chatted about old times old friends etc. we met a week later. In May 2013 we bought a house together. He moved up here so as not unsettle my DS and he continues to be nice. Supportive. And my best friend. It's like the middle years never happened!
we were out on a piss up with mutual friends.. he had confessed to fancying me but they had told him he didn't have a chance (nice, no?). Started the evening at home and after a few beers we played spin the bottle.. My spin landed on him and we went in for a jokey kiss but when our lips met I could have sworn lightning had struck. It was the best kiss of my entire life..
On a bar crawl later I got Verrr drunk (ok not that drunk, I might have been laying it on) and he brought me back to where we were staying.
I was a late addition to the party and was meant to be crashing on the floor but he took my shoes off, took out my hair clip and gave up his bed for me. I told him he could share with me (clothes on of course, I am a good girl!) and he spent the entire night pinned back against the wall for fear of brushing against me and being labelled a perv (he admitted this years later).. In the morning he drove me 100 miles home so he could spend more time with me. That was 12 years ago and he never left.
Oh. The fact he listens to me made me fall in love. During our first meeting (we met up as friends however naively didn't think we'd end up back together!) the second time he just listened to me. As a friend. A lot had happens in 13 years. To us both we talked we listened. We walked around the city during the night and both were able to be ourselves.
Being listened too was such a change from past relationships. He really is my best friend
The fact that he has a dick like a baby's arm His kind nature and lovely smile that goes to his eyes before his mouth
I realised that he makes me like myself more when I am with him. He is complimentary, supportive and my number one fan.
Aww I feel all squishy inside now
Lots of little things:
He likes who I am and makes me smile every day.
He puts up with my cat!
He lets me warm my feet up on him.
During the bad winter in 2009 while we were dating, I had to keep my horse in one day because all of her super thick rugs were damp. He left his work early, went into her stable, checked her rug size and bought her a new rug so that she could stretch her legs.
When he's off work and I'm not, he makes dinner and pours me a glass of wine when my car turns into the driveway.
I feel safe with him.
The very cheesy chat up line he used so he could kiss me (made me giggle). How he was up front from the start about his dd and how important she was in his life. His flat was covered in photos of her and I could tell he hated being apart from her between contact. That made me go all gooey. He gave me a key to his flat after a week (trusting or a fool?)
He used to work in a music shop and could play the guitar at a basic level. He is a terrible singer though. One night after we'd been together about a month I thought I'd turn up at his and surprise him. When I got to the flat door before letting myself in I could hear him playing his guitar and singing a(n awful) song he'd written. He was so out of tune, but was singing with such gusto and passion that I went a bit weak at the knees. That was the moment I realised I'd fallen for him.
He is a proper knight in shining armour, he would help anyone and is incredibly generous with his time and skills (and occasionally money, but the cheapskate in him sometimes puts paid to that ).
Also, as someone else said, I feel very safe with him
He made me laugh and I felt at ease even though we'd only just met. I felt like I could be myself with him, say anything. Of course once he kissed me that sealed the deal.
I actually murmured that I loved him the first night we met
stalker alert . I was of course mortified even though it happened again another time during sex and bluffed my way through it, but I think a little bit of me did love him right from the start.
It was a few months before we started bandying around the L word out loud, but every night before I went to sleep I would silently whisper it as I kissed his arm in bed.
He is supportive, I feel totally comfortable with him. He loves my children and his own very much and is a great dad.
My partner and I were friends for three years before it became a romance. He had a wife and child and I was seeing a guy from Scotland. The scot guy went his separate ways from me, and Jamie and I ... Well We always got on so well, but it was never anything more than friends. He was diagnosed with bipolar and his wife couldn't cope with him, she just moved out one day went to live with her parents leaving him with nothing but the house, which had very conveniently just been sold. He moved out and got a small flat in the same town as me purely because that was where he worked..
A few months later we started hanging out more and more. I knew he wanted more when he sent me a get well card for the cat who had just been neutered. Two Jules back, one night after a group of friends had been over, after it was just him and I.. I asked if he wanted to watch a movie and he said yes... It was as simple as that we sat on the same sofa for the first time ever and held hands... Nearly 2 years on we are having a baby together and our kids get on really well... It's all so nice!
My DH was originally a one night stand and I wasn't keen to go out on a real date with him. How wrong I was! We talked all night about books and travel and I realised that there was a lot more to him than meets the eye. Then, at the end of the evening, he asked what I wanted to do next, I turned the question back to him and he said that he wanted to put pens in my hair. It was a reference to a story I had told him the night we met about my boss having to check my hair for pens before I went to meetings because one time I turned up with 5 stuck in there. He made me laugh. I was hooked.
His lovely, sparkly eyes and kind nature. I simply got along with him better than anyone else I'd ever met.
His jokes are rubbish but he makes me laugh in other ways. He has lovely long legs and I admire his bottom. I enjoy a good debate about politics and so does he. I trust his judgment. He's intelligent. He's sensible with money. He calls me sweetheart. He makes me feel secure. He's adept in the bedroom department.
These are some of the things that made me fall in love with him.
Nothing at all made me start to fall in love - my heart just didn't give me a choice to stop it.
Also, a hyperactive border collie. Yeah, probably the collie. He's mint.
His amazing smile and they way he makes me laugh even when I am having a bad day. It's our 3rd wedding anniversary tomorrow so tomorrow is extra special for us.
At the start: sharp wit, social confidence, sexual chemistry, muscles.
Now: kindness, insightfulness, loyalty, being an amazing dad to DC.
It is interesting how it changes/develops, isn't it?
Ohh lots of things
Met on twitter, he was seeing somebody else on there, a mutual friend/follower, but I really liked him. I joked that I was jealous that they were seeing each other, and we got emailing
filthy pictures and chatting. We didn't meet up for about a month, but he booked a week off work and drove down from Cambridge to Canterbury in the awful awful snows we had in November 2010. It took him 7 hours to get to me! When he finally walked through the kitchen door, he said "honey I'm home!" jokingly - but I really felt that he was. I knew then that I loved him, and bravely told him the same week. That week was the best week of my life. He said he'd loved me for months, even before we'd started emailing each other, and that he was so scared I wouldn't want him (he was 38 at the time, I was 22) but I've never fancied him more than I do today.
We're now married and pregnant so everything's going beautifully
He's just so gentle and kind and lovely - always looking out for people. And he's really clever too and totally sexy
6 years ago today DH proposed to me in the Colloseum in Rome - a complete and utter surprise. He's full of surprises, one of the many reasons I love him. I'm very practical but DH is completely adventurous - he makes me a better person.
We've been together 8 years, have 1 DD and another on the way. DH is 37 today and is still as spontaneous and exciting as when I first met him. I always say he'll be a fun old man!!
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