Anyone had a RL Mills and Boon moment?

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Just thinking about another thread.

I'll start. Was backpacking around Australia. Stopped off, was swimming and sunbathing round the pool in the afternoon. A party started in the evening. Got chatting to someone etc. I was heading down the coast he was heading up. Told him I wanted to go inland to Ayres Rock and he didn't hesitate to offer to take me, bearing in mind it was around a 1,000 miles out of our way.

By the time we got to Alice Springs we were in love. We climbed Ayres Rock on Valentines Day 1993.

Bump, no-one? Guess its a bit late.

sorry, not sure, is mills and boon just romantic stories, i thought it was more about shagging long haired adonis's?

Once in bar in about 1993, when I was 18. Me and this lad passed each other and exchanged a look and then the whole room just started spinning and there was just me and him there standing still staring at each other.......... I walked off and probably ended up shagging someone else. It has always stayed with me though as something very weird.

TBH I've never read Mills and Boon, but I was reading another thread that might have been real or fake. It sounded like chic lit, just wondered if I'd ever had an incredible moment so thought I would share.

I fell deeply in love with a flatmate. I loved him so much, and got on so well with him, I never wanted anything further to happen between us, as it would ruin the great relationship we had, IYSWIM. I'd just come out of a really crappy relationship and I'd been to a really dark place.

My colleagues were following the story with interest, as they knew how much I liked him and how bad my last boyfriend had been.

One drunken night out, we stumbled back home with some friends. We were messing around, and he had a duvet wrapped around him on the sofa. He asked me to tuck him in, which I did. As I did, he looked really deeply into my eyes and my heart stopped for a second.

The next morning, I was sat on his bed chatting, which we usually did. He began stroking my Achilles heel, of all places. One thing led extremely quickly to another. But after that, we weren't sure what to do. He really didn't know whether to start a relationship, as he felt as I did about our friendship. I was upset, as I felt I'd been weak and ruined things.

He asked for a night to think about things. I slept on the sofa, as I was feeling wierd about sleeping in my own bed (another story all together). He got up for work and woke me as he passed by. I mumbled hi, and prepared to watch him walk out the door and for life to carry on as it was. I was so disappointed in myself.

He stopped before the door, turned around, leaned down to me and kissed me gently on the lips. "I'll see you later" he said.

And dear reader, I married him All that was seven years ago. We have a wee baby daughter now. OK, it's not the most Mills and Boon thing that could happen. But in our fucked up world at the time, it was incredibly romantic.

I love a good romantic story

And told so well.

I was watching the other thread as well, old romantic me love a soppy ending lol

I have one of my own, bit like CKO's story, but it wont be told as well lol

After a very horrendous relationship with my XH (who was abusive) I met, dated and fell madly in love with a guy who was almost 7 years younger then myself. We were together a year but between issues I had and issues he had at the time as much as we tried we couldnt make it work. (he wanted to move in and I wouldnt let him due to circumstances that were present at the time) Anyway he summed it up as Right man right woman, wrong time. We eventually went our seperate ways but never managed to really break contact, we would email each other and call when we could (probably met up about 5 times in 3 years). Within time he moved onto a new relationship and I dated other people but nothing serious as I never ever fell out of love with him. Back in Ja (some 3 years on) we started more regular contact as frieds because he was no longer in a relationship with a woman who disapproved of our friendship. We met up again for the first time in February, and he was quite low after some shit had been thrown his way for a while so I invited him along to a birthday weekend I was having. No big deal to me, I had already resigned myself years ago to the fact I was obviously meant to have him in my life as a friend and nothing more. On the friday night all of us that went where sat in one room having a drink or two, or three and I walked back to my room to get some more. He followed me, and got very upset, told me to just "shut up and listen because I have to say this and you might not want to be his friend after I had heard this. My heart sank I didnt want to loose him from my life again, so I prepared myself for the worst. And instead he told me that he had never stopped loving me, he knew I only wanted to be friends but this was torture for him being so close to the woman he was still in love with. And that if we couldnt take things fruther he would have to walk away as it was destroying him inside. The rest they say is history!, having been anti marriage he asked me (several times) and needless to say without a doubt I said yes, nothing quite like loving someone for all those years to make you certain. He is currently somewhere hot and sunny on behalf of her magisty at the moment, but the weddins all booked for April, and he is moving in when he gets back and we get to start our life together. Both os us even now still turn to the other and remind them that we realise how damn lucky we are to get another shot at something! It might not be the stuff Mills and Boons is made of, but it is to me, I got something I dreamed of, and cried over many a time in 3 years and I never thought possible!

These stories are so lovely. Sadly I didn't end up with my Australian friend. Due to our lives being on seperate continents and it wasn't meant to be. I took a risk going off with a stranger, I was younger and more adverturous in those days.

How lovely, alas I have nothing to add but do enjoy a romantic story.

Not perhaps the most romantic of settings but a neighbouring farmer had asked his neighbour and myself to help him catch some cattle for the vet's visit.
We were knee deep in mud with excitable cattle jumping around and for safety, I was made to stand beside the neighbour.
I cannot explain what happened but the most intense feeling of recognition happened....but the man was so incredibly shy that he would not even look at me.

I asked him out and for the next few months it was agony trying to get a conversation out of him but we enjoyed each other's company and I felt comfortable with his silences. It took him nine months before he first kissed me.

To cut a long story short, we married in May last year and our baby son was born six weeks later.
We are both middle aged so it has been a gift to find love in our autumn years.

Aww these are lovely stories.

I loved your line about your "autumn years," GG.

I have had a baby in my autumn years also, although I have been with DH for 10 yrs.

I was listening to Meatloaf the other day - now that really shows my age - and getting tearful at the line: "For giving me a child when my body is old..."

Ahh poor sentimental old dear that I am.

i was on holiday when i was 21 and met a very charming, sexy local man. we spent 5 nights together but he was a bit of a rogue and i was a tough cookie so we parted without swapping contacts - ships that pass in the night or whatever....

4.5 years later my friend and i decide to go on holiday, we want somewhere cheap, she's never been abroad so i suggest morocco as i know she'll have fun. she knows the story of M and insists we go to stay where i did before and so we do. we eat the restaurant where i first spoke to M and it's the same waiter! so my friend embarrasses me by asking after M - but he's moved away by this time.

next day my poor friend has a fit, meaning we have to stay in the city a bit longer...and i bump into M in the street! our eyes meet as he walks past with a look of total recognition - it's a very conservative country so we don't even hug but arrange for him to come for a drink at the hotel later - long story short he trades a hotel room for some beers and 4.5 years later we are married, he moved here to be with me and we have a baby!

at that line BalloonSlayer...

Kat2907 - Now that is proper Mills & Boon

Talk about meant to be!

I was just a few years married, no kids and me and (now EH) were at a friends outside in his yard, nice hot Summer night. I played the guitar by the bonfire we had going and some other guys joined us. One of them was a stranger to me but we played guitar together and I sang Summertime (my old party peice)LOL. At the end, he said in this deep
way of talking that I gave him goosebumps. That was back in about 1979.

Years later he reappeared at a small restaurant we ran (I lived abroad for most of my life)and I was heavily pregnant with my last (late life) child. I was 41. By now we are in 1998. we sat and chatted as my husband sort of knew him and his family etc. I felt quite at ease, like an old friend and he chatted about our kids being more or less the same age (I have two older kids)and said that I looked beautiful pregnant. (I didn't feel like it at all).. plus I was charcoaling red peppers on this crappy grill we had out the back. He said he would bring something to make the task easier. He did, (just a grill thing he had to put atop the coals) and that brought him into our circle. Apprently he was going thru a bad divorce, had 4 kids but was around in order to stay close to his children etc. He then disappeared again for a few years. But came back occasionally to chat, catch up and have a coffee with me and my ex..

I divorced a couple of years after(irrelevant)and in the evenings would sit out in the cool garden colouring or whatever with my daughter.

One night he pulled up in my driveway and walked across the garden. I can't forget that. It was literally in slow motion. I felt myself go to slosh. He bent down to see what we were doing and I got a whiff of him (not a perfumey smell) just his 'odour' and I got this heartbeat all of a sudden and I was suddenly burning.
He called me after he left (I was too muddled to even make him a coffee to prolong his adlib visit)and asked me if I was now free would I like to go out one evening. Which we did, but I was so overcome by him I couldn't relax at all, plus I didn't know on what basis he had invited me. We had a beer or two and he brought me home, no kiss just 'it was so nice to see you etc'. But I couldn't get him out of my head. I was restless and I found I was looking out all the time for him little truck.

I later had a bakery, just a small business and he came to buy my seedy batch (nearly wrote seedy bitch there) ha ha but noone eats that much bread he was buying it like it was on special... then one day a rag fell into my dough mixer and got churned up with the arm bit and he was there, got his crocodile dundee knife out and cut it all loose. and dusted my shirt off in a nice way (was covered in flour)and he sent shots all over me. We'd never really touched before.

One day he went on some 4 x 4 trip in this jeep thing and he called me in the middle of this big storm thing to say that there were two rainbows... I just said in a low voice that I think when he gets back he should come and get me. He asked if everything was ok and I just went for it and said 'no... I have to put this fire out'... he laughed and asked me what I'd done to my bakery now.. I said it wasn't anything to do with the bakery and he went quiet and said 'in that case I am leaving now, see you in two hours'.
He picked me up and we drove back to his house in silence. I tell you my heart was beating so fast (I hadn't had sex with anyone since my divorce and I wasn't even sure how I would go about it), but I knew I wanted something from him and now I knew it was mutual.
He opened the door and let me in his house and we just tripped over each other where we couldn't wait. I tell you guys, I have never had sex like that in all my life. Never before and never again (except with him after)...And I didn't feel like a sleaze either...ever. And I was a bit overweight and not confident at all but I tell you, I forgot about all that the minute I felt him kissing me. Gawd, what passion. Heaven. Unforgetable.
We're not together now (were for about 2 years) as I left that country and returned to the UK but we still chat and have promised each other that even when we are really really old we'll get together and feel like that about each other. You know that 'once more before we die'... thing

Kally, phew! Pent up passion and chemistry, you cannot fake it.

Well, not quite on the scale of other lovely stories, but I remember when I first set eyes on my DP. It was late, in a nightclub, we were both leathered. I was dancing rather pissedly to the Cartoons. Remember that? 'oo ee aa, ey ey walla walla bing bang' (Oh the shame ). And I saw him. And he saw me. And we exchanged a (rather drunken) glance. I was with acompleteshit someone else at the time, so that was that.
following week saw him again, drunk, smiled, heart beat a little faster, that was that.
dumped said other twat person the following Friday. On the Saturday, there he was. Our drunken eyes met, and I asked him to dance (to Phats and Small 'got to turn aroooouuund') Shocking what you remember isn't it? Copped off, had me purse nicked, he waited with me to the bitter end to reclaim my coat as my cloakroom ticket was in my purse . Bought me a Kebab (who says romance is dead?) and went home with him. That was April 17th 1999. Been together ever since. Had beautiful DS in June, which was not without its problems. I don't know how I'd have got through it all without him. Sounds sickening, I know, but I kne from that first glance that I had found the other part of me. He did too. I am very lucky.

I met this guy at a concert convention one weekend. We MSNed for a few weeks, and got a text off his friend begging him to get my mobile number.
This bloke told me he was bi, which was absolutely fine by me

We met up 2 weeks later. I took one look and he totally swept me off my feet. Picked me up and spun me round. He is 6 foot 6 and I'm only 5 foot 4 ins. Little and large.

We shared 2 weeks together. Drunk, gigging. He met my kids. We shagged. He brought out the bi curious in me. Spent 2 and a half weeks of shagging, drinking and endless texting. Every time he came down to London from Cardiff, my place he would come. Literally!
He cooked for me. We woke up together. He did the school runs for me.
Until he rang me one day and I heard a kid in the background, then he told me he was married.
I still miss him now.

Not quite Mills and Boon, but I miss him hugely.

Yup. Dh was one of those foreign holiday romances that we are all warned about. I was 19. First holiday abroad. And I could have told you all about it in painstaking detail, except there was no MN in those days, and it's now 25 years ago.

Stunning thread witches

Gah - not a thread to start reading just before the start of the school run ... will be late now. Loving this thread.