Married dudes, how did you know she was "the one"?

Had a pretty good idea on the first date. Was 100% certain by the end of the second.

ManOverboard wrote:

Had a pretty good idea on the first date. Was 100% certain by the end of the second.

Great! How did you meet? What was the first date?

a2m on the first date.

They're usually easy to rule OUT.

Ruling them the winner is a bit trickier but if they're in the game for a while and still a possibility, it'll be fine. Don't lose an Olympic qualifier because your're hoping for a gold medalist. Most important thing, imo, is that your personalities/values are compatible.

We were fixed up by a mutual friend.

First date we went to dinner at a nice restaurant. Afterwards she made me drive her to where she worked believe it or not - 11pm on a Friday night, but she really needed to get some paperwork she needed to work on for the weekend. Made me realize she was very conscientious & a hard worker.

I think we went bowling for the second date. Long time ago...

isofj;sfjqf wrote:

They're usually easy to rule OUT.

Ruling them the winner is a bit trickier but if they're in the game for a while and still a possibility, it'll be fine. Don't lose an Olympic qualifier because your're hoping for a gold medalist. Most important thing, imo, is that your personalities/values are compatible.

This seems like really good advice. Thank you.

Raphe wrote:

I've been seeing a girl for awhile now, and it's looking more and more like there's really something there. Married dudes, how did you know she was "the one"? How long did that take?

Gosh, not long at all. Married forty-three years and hoping for many more.

I tested my bride on our first date: I took her to Fellowship of Christian Athletes that my roomate was presenting at.

She knew I was a Christian; she is one, too. She did NOT know that this particular FCA was at the School for the Deaf. Seeing her face when we pulled up was priceless.

I knew from how she handled that setup that she was a keeper.

true love leaves no traces wrote:

takes off her pantines & puts them on YOU.

Sounds pretty interesting. I looked up pantines on Google and found out it means a pair of skates! Let me ask, are you a figure skater, or the hockey type? And her?

Also I must ask, how did she know beforehand you would be her skate size? You must have fairly small feet. I've heard that means something, but I don't want to embarrass you so I'll just leave it there. I'm glad you found your match.

I was once running in your shoes. In the end, it wasn't a good fit. They actually felt good for a while. But I committed to the wrong model. I paid for it emotionally, financially and questioned my own sanity. I have persevered, however, and I continue to move forward until I find the right fit. It's complicated though. Go for it or wait for a better fit. There are hard miles ahead regardless of your choice.

Sounds ummm... great, man. Keep on being you. Whatever gets you off.

Everyone knows who you are because you used to post incessantly. Don't mistake saturation with brilliance. You're plain dumb. And not even in a "good" way, like Island.

Because a few friends on know my regular Letsrun handle, I'm going to post this anonymously.

We were both distance runners in college. While we were dating we once spent the night in the pole vault pit. Never in my life had I ever felt as comfortable and at ease with anyone as that night and I knew that I would like to do that for the rest of my life.

For the record, at the time we hadn't done the deed yet, nor did we that night. Also for the record, we have now been married more than 35 years. It is still as magical as that night in the pole vault pit.

Wanna remain anonymous wrote:

Because a few friends on know my regular Letsrun handle, I'm going to post this anonymously.

We were both distance runners in college. While we were dating we once spent the night in the pole vault pit. Never in my life had I ever felt as comfortable and at ease with anyone as that night and I knew that I would like to do that for the rest of my life.

For the record, at the time we hadn't done the deed yet, nor did we that night. Also for the record, we have now been married more than 35 years. It is still as magical as that night in the pole vault pit.

But why? Why did it feel magical?

There is no such thing as "the one".

Yes, you could marry lots of different girls. You should be asking about the "first one" not "the one."

I thought I was married to "the one" for over 20 years, but she ended up wanting another guy 20 years later. I've now had an unexpected crash course in marriage and relationships. There is no special one and all others are wrong. Nobody is a perfect match. Everyone has their differences, and that's the beauty of marriage. You each make each other a better and more well-rounded person. What makes a SO special is that you both are attracted to each other, care for each other, and are committed to each other. Attraction, friendship, care, and commitment. It's a beautiful thing. I hope you have found that, and you both have that. It takes two, not merely "the special one."

Some of you are misunderstanding what I was saying. I wasn't trying to say there is only ONE woman out there for each of us or that such things as soulmates exist. By "the one" I meant the the one you knew you wanted to marry.

No, it's you who misunderstand. You shouldn't want to marry only one, even if one is all can eventually choose.

The first time I had to take her to the emergency room, I knew for sure. That really revealed the amount of care and concern I had for this person.

I was 99% sure before then, because all the other factors were there. Sexual attraction, trust, commitment, good communication, zero fighting or bickering, similar personalities and interests. The whole package. But being exposed to certain fear about a person's well-being really seals the deal.

I noticed the same thing on the battlefield as an infantry Marine. People who you don't like get wounded; you absolutely do whatever it takes to get them out of harm's way, get them treatment, you hope they survive; and when they come back to the platoon you still don't like them. But when a brother gets hit its a completely different experience. Indescribable emotions go through you, and they last maybe a lifetime.