Tell me about how you met your DH!

[Juytef]

How old were you? How did you meet? What was it about him that you liked? How did he propose?

My story is that we were 23&25 when we met at work. We married 3 years later

I was 31 and he was 26. We first met at my cousin’s wedding in Cyprus. He hadn’t booked a transfer back to the hotel and ended up in the huge mini bus I was sent. I thought he was was absolutely gorgeous and way out of my league but by his account he was already smitten. We had the same flight home but into a London airport but we are from Norfolk so he assumed I wasn’t local.
2 months later I was invited to three different parties and decided to go to party A but had a gut feeling I should be at party B which is where he was.
We had a drunken snog and he’s the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. He brings me endless joy and I still he think he is the most gorgeous man alive. I look forward to seeing him everyday.
He proposed in a tiny little shepherd’s hut after 5 months and we married a year after that in Greenwich NYC. He’s my happy ending!

This is such a lovely story! Still living in Greenwich?

We grew up on the same council estate. Crossed paths again late when I was early 20s. Became really good friends. He made me laugh. I made some sort of impression on him. The rest is history.

We're engaged for a long period of time but I recently removed my engagement ring and put that whole thing to bed.

Met at school, had our first baby when I was 17, married at 19 and it's been 18 years 🥰 xx

I’d love to read more stories about couples who met in the last 10 years.

At work, when we met we were both single and we obviously fancied each other, nothing happened at that time as we were both just out of relationships, we then both got back with our exes within weeks. We were workmates but absolutely nothing emotional or romantic in any way. Cut to 3 years later, our relationships both broke down at around about the same time. We got a little bit friendlier but again, nothing happened. We got together at the Christmas party, gotta love alcohol, lol

Awww these are lovely stories. I’m still waiting for mine…

We met on a summer camp in America, we were both 22, he was teaching go karts, I was teaching home ec, he was after the v beautiful science teacher who had the classroom a few up from me! Soon saw the error of his ways 😁 we got engaged a year later on the 5th Aug, married 2 years after that on the 5th Aug, next week (ish!) we'll have been married 23 years. He's ace (apart from the snoring.......)

All the time. Every time I see DH, whether we’ve been apart for a few hours or a week, I get the same little spark of glee and anticipation: marry the person who makes you feel the same way you feel when you see your food coming at a restaurant.

You met doing Americamp? Nice

We met the summer we did our A levels when we worked together in a pub. Became friends but he lived miles away and was working in the pub in his summers whilst staying with relatives. After the second summer he came to visit me at university (we were also at different ones) and I snogged him in a club in Bristol. LDR until we graduated, then I moved up to his town.

We didn’t decide to get married until 11 years later. DH proposed in our kitchen after a night out. Then we shared the toast I’d been making to soak up the alcohol.

Met through a mate just casually. Mates phone died one night And he used my phone to contact now dh. Saved each others numbers and text regularly (friend didn’t know) one day friend invited us both out with others, instant hit off. Friend dislike this and went nc. 11yrs been together

Similar story, except for the ONS. I was 20 and he was 26. We were long distance for 18 months. I then moved in with him and we got married 16 months after that.
Been happily married for 44 years.

I was 21 he was 20. We were both at university and met in a student nightclub. I was nursing a badly broken heart and didn't feel like partying (friends had persuaded me to go out) so was actually leaving, when DH asked me to dance.

I said no but he kept me chatting and actually made me laugh for the first time in weeks. He was absolutely gorgeous but I was still in love with my ex. DH chased me for several weeks, but he was well known on campus as a rather wild, rugby playing legend, so I steered clear. Finally agreed to a date which ended up lasting the whole weekend, and he told me he was in love with me and that we would be getting married. I laughed but deep down knew it was true.

Spent the next 10 years together until we split up. He saw someone else briefly, so did I. But we couldn't stay apart. He took me away for the weekend and proposed. I said no. He took me away again and proposed. I still said no. Then I got pregnant by accident but had a nasty miscarriage. He proposed a third time on the way back from the hospital and I said yes.

We were married 4 months later and DD1 was a honeymoon baby. DD2 was born a year after DD1. Still very happily married 23 years later. He is the love of my life and I know I'm his.

Also guardian soulmates! The online version which is sadly no longer with us. 17 years ago

I was 30 he was 29
Physically met about a week later
moved in within a year
engaged after two
married after three
pregnant after 4. Etc

Met aged 17 working in a supermarket before he started an Apprenticeship. Been together 19 years, got married 3 weeks before he died from cancer.
We have 2 gorgeous pain in the arse DC.

It will happen- I had honestly, truly given up.

We were 26 and 28, and met through Instagram DM’s 🥴 he replied to a story of mine saying “it should be illegal to be that pretty” super cringe I know and I’d usually have not replied at all, but for some reason I did. We lived 4 hours apart. I’d come out of a pretty crap relationship so wasn’t looking for anything, we spoke every day for months, eventually after 6 months of video calls etc we arranged to meet up. We did long distance for 18 months, seeing eachother twice a month due to us both working full time, then he moved up to the Midlands to be with me permanently last April. We now have a 8 month old baby girl 🥰

More so for me. That man I married has funded 6 cycles of IVF with me, sat with me through 4 miscarriages and cleaned up after them, cried with me, travelled the world with me, he’s the best dad, he automatically puts Game of Thrones on when he knows I’m in a sad mood. I’ve lived now for more years with him than I did without him and he’s all I know.

If it was the true love you continually speak of on MN, why did you split up, and why did you keep turning him down? Did you have some kind of ultimatum going down? It all sounds a bit manipulative to me and not very healthy.

I used to sometimes get on a train home when at secondary school and Dh and his school friends used to change trains at the station to get the train I and my school friends got.

We didn't get together for 7 years though and had relationships in between. Dh's best friend went out with my dsis for a while so vaguely kept in touch.

Got together with Dh after had finished university and I was just starting. Still together 38 years later. But only married for 13.

We split because we seemed to be heading down different paths. And I turned down his first two proposals because we'd only just got back together again and it felt too soon? There were no ultimatums or manipulations, just that losing our baby put everything into perspective for us. It took us 12 years but we got our happy ever after, in the end.

We met at a mutual friends birthday celebration in a club, I didn't get there till late as I was working so drove and was sat alone and he came over to talk to me. I was 18 and he was 25, we started going out 3 months later, moved in. Got engaged after 11 years, he proposed just while we were out shopping sitting by a fountain, married the year after. Now been together 19 years in December and have two young children.

Worked at the same multinational company, me London, him Berkshire. I handled insurance, and he was the chap I spoke to re. claims. We spent huge amounts of time on the phone, met at a couple of meetings, Christmas Dos. One phone conversation he said as we speak for so long, how about meeting! Rest is history. I was 35, him 34, been together 28 years, married for 21. We kept it quiet at work for 3 years, even when we started living together after a year.