where did you meet your spouse?

I met Mrs. Macanudo when we were both in high school. I was a junior and she was a freshman. We had art class 1st period. Took me all year to get around to asking her out. We started dating right before school got out. That was the spring of 1988. We dated all through out high school (for both of us) and then all of college (for both of us.) It was exclusive the whole time. Been married since 1995.
 
I was in a fraternity at UT and she was in a sorority. My fraternity took itself real seriously and looked down its nose at everybody. They only dated Pi Phis and Thetas and the occasional Tri Delt or Kappa. Dallas HP, Houston Memorial, SA Alamo Heights. Examples of the types. There was a group that realized that all that ******** really didn't mean anything to be so proud of and just tried to act like humans. That was the group I ended up with. Nice guys whose company most people would enjoy.

She was in the sought after element of Pi Phi. Thinking that meant she was probably a stuck up, empty-headed princess I never gave her the time of day and never gave her the slightest reason to give it to me.

My group of buds decided to go to Port Aransas in May for one last time all together after we graduated. Her group was less fractured than mine and most of her pledge class also went to Port A for the same reason. Being the most seasoned Port A visitor, I organized a massive bonfire on the beach and brought the clunky pickup for firewood (usually stolen pieces of decks and boardwalks) and the party speakers. Her crowd found, much to their displeasure, that the condos that they had rented had a policy of not renting to people of their age. They needed a place to stay and had almost resigned themselves to sleeping in cars if they couldn't talk their way into other places. I was staying with my buds in a condo owned by my parents.

Despite being at the same parties together for 4 years, we had never spoken. Her roomate, a girl I had known since we were both about 4, grabbed us and said that we needed to talk to each other. She was an art student and I was a philosophy student on my way to law school. We ended up discussing abstraction and the way that an American potato chip bag might be perceived in Afghanistan. We still don't know how we got THERE. As the bonfire waned and the crowd thinned, we ended up going for a swim and finished by recreating one of the more famous scenes in From Here to Eternity. She stayed that night with me, wearing my clothes since hers were wet and she didn't know what county her suitcase was in.

We moved in together a few weeks later and will celebrate our 20th anniversary in 2006.
 
Nick - you and I must have gone to school together. Your description of your fraternity almost sounds like mine, but I think you all were just a little more uptight. If I'm guessing right your house was by the Thetas and Lamb Chops. I got pretty weary of some of the antics pretty quick and had a similar group of friends.
 
Yeah, you guessed it. Man, they have rebuilt a pretty nice house. Luckily, they have never figured out my address to ask me for money. The Lambda house is now a tutoring center of some sort and the Kappa Sig house is just gone. I just now realized that I didn't notice if Nau's is gone too, but I assume it is or I would have gone in to cash a check for old time's sake.
 
This one time...at band camp...

Not really. I was a disc jockey on the radio. She was caller #7. Too bad for her. Caller #6 got a week in Jamaica. 26 years ago.
 
We met on Match.com. It was a big shock for me, as I had recently broken up with someone and wasn't really ready for normal dating. My sister suggested I try checking out Match, and my wife was the only person I ever contacted. We met for coffee on a Tuesday, went to see Branford Marsalis at the Denton Jazz Festival the following Friday, and have been together ever since (engaged about a year later and married last October).
 
First day of medical school in the funancial aid line 1995. I figure if you can pick up a girl who knows up front that you are broke..then that is truly special.
 
I met the Mrs. in 98. We both worked at a restaurant. She walked by me while talking to a friend of hers. I overheard her talking about going to some college party in my hometown. I asked her about the party and told her I was from there. We started talking and hanging out. Been married for almost 5 years and have 2 sons...ages 3 and 8 months. I still am amazed how she puts up with me.
 
My wife is from Dublin, Ireland. She had a friend who was working in Paris and met a guy in the French foreign legion, who happened to be from Amarillo, Texas. Her friend ended up marrying the guy and when he got out of the Legion they moved to Amarillo while he attended school. My wife visited them and was intrigued by Texas (they took a side trip down to Austin). When she got back to Ireland, she applied via a lottery system for a US green card. Her friend’s husband’s father agreed to sign the application, saying he would provide employment for her.

My wife got the green card and moved from Ireland to Amarillo. She hated it. Her father talked her out of moving back home right away, even though he missed her dearly. He encouraged her to stick it out for a year so she would never ask herself the what-if questions.

My future wife took another trip to Austin and liked it, so she applied for a transfer and moved to Austin. She was all alone, and only knew a few coworkers and some friends of the guy from Amarillo. It turned out one of her co-workers was married to a guy that played drums in a band I was in. They came out to see us play ( I was dressed as a star-bellied sneetch), and she mentioned to her coworker that I seemed “interesting”.

We were introduced and I was very interested as well but tried to play it cool since I have zero game. She started coming to our shows and we would chat beforehand. To this day she says one of the main reasons she was attracted to me was that I never gave up trying to understand her accent. She had a very thick brogue and it was a little difficult to follow. She said other guys would just nod and smile and say yes.

I asked her out on my birthday, and we went to the brick oven using a coupon I got from work as a birthday present. I had graduated from UT engineering a few years back but was living the poor musician lifestyle, working as a cook at Whole Foods. I didn’t own a car, so she picked me up and we went out and had a great dinner.

A couple weeks later was New Year’s Eve. We went to the same party (not together) and spent the whole night sitting on the sofa and talking, holding hands. After that, we were dating. It was so exciting getting to know her, etc.

In February, her far got colon cancer. She picked up and went back home to be with him. She said she’d be back when he was better. Talking to her coworker (our drummer’s wife) I found out she had left a relationship back home in Dublin. She said the girls at work all thought she would stay in Ireland and get back with the ex.

I wrote her letters every single day, and drew pictures, decorated the envelopes, etc. Her father was referring to me as the “mad American”, and her family started asking who this guy was sending letters every day. We really got to know each other through those letters (she did write back), and six weeks later, she said she was coming back to Austin.

When she finally got back to Austin, I went to meet her at her apartment. She must have gained 15 pounds in those six weeks, and lost all color in her skin. She was (not really) a big, fat pasty lass! We picked up right where we left off and continued our relationship. She says she never thought much about marriage, but I was smitten. A coworker of mine was engaged but it ended badly and she threw the engagement ring against a wall, badly deforming the band. She said I could have it cheap (her fiancé was in jail), and I bought it and took it to a jeweler to get it fixed. I proposed and it fit like a glove.

I called her father and got his blessing, and a year later we were married in Blessington, Ireland. All her family came on our honeymoon with us, and we now have two kids, nine year anniversary this August…
 
Met her the second semester of my freshman year at UT. I met a girl my first semester in 408D and made pretty decent friends studying/doing hw. She invited me over near the beginning of the semester when one of her friends from HS was there (also a freshman at UT). She was a red head (which I was into at the time), good looking, smart, and maybe a little hippie-ish. We watched a movie (or TV or some such) and just hung out for the most part. I was interested in her, but I didn’t hand out much BS, I was just being myself (I like playing with a handicap); not smooth enough to play it differently. She faked interest in cars, and whatever other crap I was talking about and we seemed to hit it off. Somewhere along the line, my friend from calculus started shooting goldschlager until she had waaay to much to drink, whereupon she ended up in my lap taking her bra off before passing out – I tossed her in the other room and went back and ended up talking to my wife for quite a while before I went home. I rang her about a week later, started dating and eventually wound up married about 4 years later.
 
The Music Building at UT. It was her first year in LHB and she was walking around with her beanie on. I took her to lunch and we started dating about 6 months later.
 
I met my wife at a "Fashion Show" at the Union - Wednesday, November 16, 1994.

It was the night after I caught my then fiancee in bed with another dude.
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I had already graduated and moved back to Houston, but I went to Austin to hang out... meaning to get some "all women are sluts" ***. I was in town to bang every chick I knew that would give it up. (and I did.)

I went to a fashion show with one of my frat brothers. My wife was a freshman at the time (I'm 5 years older) and I thought she was cute, but I was in pissed off mode, so I didn't move to talk to her.

Later, after the show, my buddy is trying to hook up with a chick, and he puts me on the wing: "I'm going back to this chick's place, go keep her friend company until I come get you." It turns out, the 'friend' was the chick in the fashion show and is now my wife.
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We weren't together all of those years. I moved back to Indiana, moved back to Texas, and was married for 4.5 years and divorced in between.

Wingman wins.
 
Nick - I was back in Austin for a wedding a couple of months ago and drove through West Campus for the hell of it. The old Kappa Pig house is a block of condos; that one caused me to do a double-take. My fraternity now takes up a full block (they got the old DU house as well as the original). The old Sigma Nu house is now the Kappa Sigs. I didn't look at your house though. If you remember the 4 brothers that were all from Paris, Texas and were all 6'3" or taller that were in your fraternity - one of them was a roommate for awhile. I'm sure you know who I'm talking about.

Nau's is decidedly still there. I almost went in to get a club sandwich for the hell of it. Funny story - I was at a big UT alum party last year opening weekend and I see Gary across the way. 15 years plus later he still remembered my name. What a great guy. I told him he was the first person to ever extend me credit, and he seemed to get a kick out of that. Good times.
 
We met at the old Lumberyard club out on north Burnet Road.

I was working at the Applied Reasearch Labs and a bunch of us went there to celebrate my birthday/the last day of work before Christmas/New Years holiday (we got like two weeks off back then).

She was an administrative assistant at the Law School and came along with a couple of ladies that knew some of the other ARL folks. I got stood up by my then girlfriend (actually, she had to go to Dallas on business), and was pretty much the only "unattached" guy there, so we danced and hit it off.

We got married about a year later, 24 years ago this November.
 
We met in the first class I took in our high school.

Our family moved late in my junior year to her city, with the idea that someone moving in for his senior year should get a chance to meet some people before school let out.

Well, I show up in Physics, first class, first day. I'm sitting by myself at a four-seat table, and she comes over to talk to me. She knows I'm new, knows that nobody moves in the last month of school, and feels sorry for me. So we talk a bit, she (tells me later she) is somewhat intrigued by my obscure hobbies and that is that.

In my third class, math, she is there again. We talk a bit more.

In my last one, journalism, I arrive, tell the teacher that I am interested in sports, and the teacher calls for the paper's sports editor to come out and meet a new kid who can help out. Guess who?

After almost a year of hanging around each other, I decide to call her to talk after we've finished another issue of the newspaper. We talk some. We agree to meet at the large shopping mall, basically, to walk around. That was our one "date".

The next month, my family is on the move again, to Houston. I've already decided on UT, sight unseen -- well-regarded J school. She goes to her state school for a year, then transfers to UT. I'm living in Jester. She gets in there, and we spend our sophomore year with me on the eighth floor and her directly below on the seventh.

We both move off campus the next year, but neither of us has much luck finding roommates for our senior year, so we got married. If I don't screw it up, it'll be 27 years in August.

I tell people that when she met me, she felt sorry for me; now, the people that know us feel sorry for her.
 
I was teaching dance lessons on Sunday nights at the "North Forty" aka "New West" and this beautiful lady almost clotheslined me asking, "What does a girl have to do to dance with you?" She was asking for her roommate. I explained the process and worked with her roommate for months trying to get that woman to dance and she still cannot to this day, IMO. However, my wife who stopped me that night knew how to dance very well and we won a contest on our very first date about 8 months later. We have been maried 15 years this year.

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Ms. Accurate and I both decided to celebrate our midlife crises by going back to school-we both entered UT grad school in journalism and met at a party given by the department for new grad students. She might have been impressed when, after listening to one blowhard talking about how everything was so much better in Michigan, including the campus, the weather, the trees, and a few other things, I mentioned to the guy that there was a street out front that lead to IH-35 and it ran north.
That may not have been what did it, actually. It could have been fate, magic, or bluebirds singing, but it more likely was the fact we were the only two unmarried heterosexuals in the grad program at that time.
Eventually, I got up enough nerve to ask her out, and suggested the Broken Spoke for some two-stepping, as she had just moved down to Texas from Washington, D.C. I showed up with a cowboy hat, jeans and boots, and she wore open toed sandals. She did not tell me until later she hit her toe and cut it on the wrought iron railing out by the Spoke's front door, even when I squashed her toes a few times dancing. Such a capacity for enduring suffering has served her well in the ensuing years, as she has been able to put up with me most of the time so far.
We saw Alvin Crow at the Spoke, and the next day she noticed her neighbor in the apartment right below hers was...Alvin Crow.
For some strange reason, the future Ms. Accurate accepted an invite to OU weekend and was able to survive the craziness, so I decided she was the proverbial keeper. This was about 11 years ago.
 
Met my future-wife in '95 at a Murder Mystery Dinner in some apartment on Rio Grande. She was the date of my friend. They broke up a year later and she and I became good friends. She asked me out one day and I said yes. Ended up at the Dog and Duck talking about everything. Moved in together in '97, moved to DC together in '98. I finally proposed last August and we'll be married in October.
 
summer after freshman year at UT, i wasn't real bright and forgot to pay for my classes, so they all got dropped. I had to re-register and of course all the classes i had the slightest bit of interest in were full. ONe of the ones i ended up signing up for was cultural geography taught by robin doughty. Sat next to my future wife one day in the discussion group and invited her to study with some other folks and myself. went on our first date after the semester was over (december 16th, saw pulp fiction and went to some party). got married six years later, December 16th 2000. Dad gave some toast about how he thought i was a dumbass for getting all my classes dropped, but turns out maybe i knew what i was doing.
 
June 30th, 1998 at UT freshman orientation.

I was sitting in the very last seat in the row. She sat one person down from me to my right. She was wearing a blue sleeveless shirt. We got into groups of two for some bs thing the advisers were havin us do, everyone else just paired up to whoever was next to you bc nobody knew anyone else. The person in between us actually did and left to join them and that left me and my wife. We talked for a good while and I would have probably proposed right then and there but decided to wait. I had never been attracted to/had a crush this hard so quick in my life. We left without giving any last names nor phone numbers but I stalked her for about 6 months until she showed up in my physics II class and we became "homework" buddies with benefits. We broke up in fall of 2000 for my semester in Spain and got back together immediately once I got back and have dated ever since, until 3 weeks ago that is when we got married in Destin, Fla. I could tell you this story in about a million times more detail.

June 30th, 1998: The day I was introduced by the grace of God to my wife and the University of Texas. What a great ******* day.
 
good stuff.

not married myself, but if anyone's lookin' they should hang around Austin. The last 3 (yes 3) girls I've dated have dumped me for the guy they're married/engaged to.

I've got that certain somethin'
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Met Mrs.Sco at a mutual friend's wedding in December of 1966. We were both on the rebound from long term relationships, but I proposed to her on the second date a week later. We were married in June of '67.
All our friends said it would never work out, but of course they are all now divorced...and we just celebrated our 39th on the beach at South Padre Island.
Three sons - 38, 34, & 33. Twin grandkids (boy & girl) 13, and a grandson 3.

There have been lean & tragic times, but those fade as the good ones shine.

I am blessed.
 
I'm getting senile. I was going to post and then, on reading the thread, saw I had done so back in May of 04.

Most of us think of our story, in our minds, as the stuff of romatic legend. As it should be. Why I like that Knopfler/Harris CD, especially that song "This is Us".
 
I met Mrs. Olhorn in the Fall of 1963 in Advanced Civics class at Lamar High School in Houston. We dated some then she hooked with someone else. She went to Duke and I went to UT, we saw each other some and I think she was my Round Up date in 1966. We went our separate ways, mine to Far East and then Philadelphia. She went to UT and got a Masters in Chinese. I moved back to Houston in 1974 and we were married in 1977, and remain married today. Two kids, boys, one Ok one not so good.
 
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