I met my husband through a mutual friend. He invited me over for dinner and cooked this meal that knocked my socks off - and maybe knocked off a few other pieces of clothing off as well.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I met my husband at the rehearsal of a play. We were introduced, and he shook my hand without looking at me and said perfunctorily, 'Pleased to meet you.'
The summer of 2002 at the Wilson birthday party I met Van Dyke again and I made plans to have dinner with him.
I saw my wife at a pool, flipped over her, and 14 days later we were married.
Some of the most lasting contacts and friendships that I have developed began by just grabbing a drink or breaking bread with a stranger at an industry event.
I met my second husband on a bus. We looked at each other and that was it. We were both married to other people at the time and behaved badly, but we didn't seem to have any choice. We were very happy for nearly 50 years and would still be together if it wasn't for the bloody railways.
When I met my husband, I refused to invite him home for Passover because I was embarrassed my mother might serve all the catered dishes in the wrong order.
A girl once came to my beery flat in Kensal Green, opened the blinds and cooked me breakfast. I married her.
My wife met me at the door the other night in a sexy negligee. Unfortunately, she was just coming home.
My wife and I met when each of us was dragged to a party we didn't want to go to by friends. I was coming off a bad injury, but my roommate insisted I get out of the house and be around people. God love our friends; we've been together 20 years now!
I met my husband while I was making a movie.