There seem to be a lot of "fans of love" at UM. So I was wondering if any of you guys would like to share some of your awsome love stories with us. I would like to start it off but I need some time to think about how I'm going to tell it. But only if you guys are up to it! If not I'll just forget about this thread.



edit: added the smileys because they're soooo cute!

Most of my love stories end badly- but I never give up hope.

My husband and I met across a stench filled room(a nursing home). It was love at first sight for me. It took me the longest time to get up enough courage to approach him. When I did he talked about his children and I assumed he was still married. It wasn't until I knew him better that I found out he was divorced.
He asked me out on the first date by sticking a note in my pocket. We were always playing practical jokes so I thought he had shoved rubber gloves into my pocket. It wasn't until I got home and emptied my pockets that I found the note. I still have that first note in my scrapbook.
On the first date he took me to meet his parents. I was initiated by sticking my head into a crock full of home made beer. His parents are really into making their own beer. It was so strong I gasped and they started laughing. I had no idea how strong it was.


Keep looking Stewey you just never know whats out there. I always thuoght I'd never meet Mr. Right but I did.

I'm taking things one day- and one step at a time... though I will confess there are certain possibilities I wouldn't mind following up on.

One day, I was cheated on. This is my story.

I saw the light on the night that I passed by her window
I saw the flickering shadows of love on her blind
She was my woman
As she deceived me I watched and went out of my mind
My, my, my, Delilah
Why, why, why, Delilah
I could see that girl was no good for me
But I was lost like a slave that no man could free
At break of day when that man drove away, I was waiting
I cross the street to her house and she opened the door
She stood there laughing
I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more
My, my, my Delilah
Why, why, why Delilah
So before they come to break down the door
Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more

She stood there laughing
I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more
My, my, my, Delilah
Why, why, why, Delilah
So before they come to break down the door
Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more

And that's the end of it.

evry time i have a love interest, i get pushed aorund and left in the dirt.

Gee... my first love left a note on my door... with a knife through it.

Now now lads, i think this is a lovely idea for a topic and it's not for discussing the unfortunate ends to relationships. You can start a new topic for that.


The story of how i found my current wub is nice, but i like to keep that one for myself.

I have a bunch of happy stories... I just don't like to share them too often is all.

Maybe you should.
You shouldn't reflect on the negative in your past. That'll make negative in the future.

Well, there is the time I met a woman in a coffee shop, and we dated for several years. It was great.

A lovely story Stewey.

It is... that's the best of the relationships... but I've enjoyed all of them until they ended.

I see the population doesn't know good lyrics when they see them.

C'mon people! Tom Jones is only the second good thing to come out of Wales!

I enjoy listening to Tom Jones- his song, "Sex Bomb" is pretty cool.

a love story by Moe Eubleck


After cleaning yellow yogurt from under his armpits , Jose knew that he had found love. He licked his fingers, noticing how closely it tasted to the cheese lump at the back of his mouth every morning. Thou not quite as smelly. No.

Her name was Anna. She was the new nurse. He loved the way her brows came together the last time he dropped his shorts. And oh, how gracefully did she guide the needle into his left buttock. He hardly even felt the medication entering his blood stream.

She even wiped up his drool, once the meds started kicking in. Best of all, once the meds began, there would be two nurse Annas, swabbing the yellow yogurt off of his neck.

It was love at first sight. Jose grunted, then began confressing his sins to the munchkins on the white walls.

Moe! You are something special you know that? lol

Henpeck that was a cool story. I especially liked the part about the beer.
awesome.

My husband's father initiated me too. My husband and I love to go fishing at the coast. So does his father. one day at the jeti, my hubby(boyfriend then) and I were talking while his dad was kicking back watching his two fishing poles. then he called to us. It seemed he had caught something with each pole. So I got up to take one while he took care of the other. But I had trouble reeling it in. The jerk from the line felt wierd. His dad had played a trick on me. He connected the two lines and made me think he had caught a big fish and that I was going to get to reel it in. I was so embarrassed because it's such an old trick! well I guess it was funnier then than it is now. But I was excited because it felt like I was becoming part of his world and it meant a lot to me.

My Dad proposed to Mom at the fair (after she had refused him the other 3 times he asked). He paid the guy to stop them at the top of the ferris wheel, and proposed. He had just started out in the Canadian Forces, so didn't have much money, so he gave her a large nut (the kind that goes on a bolt) as a ring until he could afford to get her a proper one. She accepted, they were married for 21 years.

That's soooo beautiful Stewey! thanks for sharing!

No problem.

i knew a young boy that was orphaned at age 4. no one like or loved him becasue he was a "stupid" kid with no parents. he ended up at a orphanage. when he grew up to age 9 a family adopted him. the foster family beat him to bruises and sent him to work at a farm. everyday he cried for his parents in secret and wish that this pain had never came to him. one day a very poor family came to visit the owners of the farm. they noticed the boy. sure the boy was poor and dirty looking, but all that seemed to dissapear when the boy talked. the boy was wise beyond his years and smart. it turned out the boy had no friends therefore, he spent his extra time reading and studying. the poor visitors, though they could hardly afford an extra mouth to feed, asked if the boy wanted to join them tonight for dinner. the boy refused becasue his foster father would whip him in his behind for agreeing to a question without his permission.

well, to make it short. the boy became a part of the poor visitors family ( good family). he grew up to become a lawyer and when his "good family" died he wrote them a long story dedicating it to them for saving his life (just like and son would for his natural parents). he helped homeless kids.

now i just say i knew a great man.

I don't have a love story; at least not one worth repeating . . . WAIT! . . . I do have one, it involves a very sweet (younger) guy. Although, there is a few years between us, that doesn't matter to him.

He has been sooo sweet to me, he has never done anything to hurt me or make me feel bad.

So he is quite special!!!!!!