Tell me your true love story, please?

Question

Mine is quite a modern fairy tale....I think I will post it on my Yahoo 360 blog.

Why be negative about it? There is love out there for everyone, and if you think yours is a living (fictional) fairy tale, props to you!

Answer 1

My husband and I met through a wrong number! Well, I was out to lunch with an old friend when his cell phone rings. He doesn't know the number and asks me to answer it. It was a guy and he asked for some girl, I told him he had the wrong. He then asks if I know the girl he was looking for....after a couple of minutes we figure out he knows my cousin, I know one of his friends. I give him my number, he calls me a week later. We talk every night for about three weeks. We finally decide to meet. He comes over to my house we play x-box with my sisters and stay up all night talking. We knew we wanted to be together forever within a month. We got married exactly one year later! He's my best friend and soul mate!

Answer 2

Awesome idea. I may do the same. Here is mine. When I was in high school I never dated. I just kept studying so I could get into Notre Dame. My Freshman year there I started chatting in Lycos chat. I met this awesome guy, the only thing was he lived in Australia. We really hit it off. we talked every chance we got, then started calling each other on the phone and well, basically fell in love. We never ever exchanged pics. He told me he wanted to come see me after a few moths, so I said ok. I went and bought a pink t shirt that said "I want J's SEXY A$$ " on it so he would know it was me at the airport. Here I was thinking he is Australian, you know, blonde hair,blue eyes and I hoped he liked Chinese girls. When he saw me he walked up, we both laughed and kissed for a very long time! We laughed because he is also Chinese!(With an awesome Aussie accent!) We spent a week together, he flew home, got his affairs in order and came back to live with me. Less than a year later we were married. I finished college, we are happily married for 10 years now and have 2 great kids.

Answer 3

Breast Cancer and Relationships.

The yearly month on Breast Cancer Awareness has come and gone. During this time everyone wears pink, runs for a cure and pledges to beat the disease. We hear all the wonderful stories from those fighting it with treatment and those who have beat. I tip my hat to all ladies and yes, there are a few men who contract the disease. But what of those who weren’t so lucky? What of those who are left to piece together and wonder, why me? Why indeed.
In the winter of 2009, I reunited with my high school sweetheart after a thirty year separation. She told me she had a mastectomy in May, was through with her chemo and on the tail of radiation. She stressed she was bald. My reply, “And?” My response took by surprise. She really did try every trick to warm me of her physical issues. Guys, I can’t stress the word physical enough. Sure, when we dated in high school, so many years ago, physical attraction is a plus. But as we age there has to be more to a relationship then just looks. There has to be something deeper; something that keeps drawing us back to that special person; something that can’t be quantified or measured. Something deeper and more important: “unconditional love.”
I thought I knew what the term meant, even though it was a new concept. But nothing prepared me for the most traumatic moment our relationship would endure.
See, when we reunited I told her, hang on guys, sex wasn’t important. If it happened, fine. If not, that was okay too. The main thing I cared about was spending time with her and her girls.
For the first six weeks the relationship was everything I’d hoped for. Each Friday, I would drive two and-a-half hours to be with the love of my life for the weekend. There was plenty of kissing and petting but we hadn’t consummated the deal, yet. When that day arrived I would come face-to-face with a make-or-break situation. What, you may ask, could be so important? It was something I never thought about even though she’d mentioned it in the very beginning—mastectomy!
We went into her bedroom. I moved to turn off the light and she said, “Please, leave the light on.” For a fraction of a second I thought it an odd request until the word broadsided me—mastectomy! She wanted to see my reaction when she bore her naked chest. She wanted to see if I would be repulsed with the sight. Tears slid down her cheek as we both gently removed her top. It was a make-or-break situation. I looked into her deep brown eyes, placed my left hand on the long scar where her right breast used to be and told her, “Debbie, I love you for who you are, not what you’ve lost.”
That moment defined our relationship for the next four months—unconditional love.
Guys, I’ll be honest. As a veteran of many surgeries and scars, nothing could prepare me for that moment. We wear scars as a badge of honor. For a woman who’s lost a breast, not the case. It not only affects their physical form, but the mental as well.
If, and I hope none of you ever have to go through this, it does happen to you, remember one thing, despite them losing a part of their body, their heart and soul is why we fell deeply in love with her.
Our full story can be found in the publication, “Love’s True Second Chance.”

Answer 4

After giving up on romance I saw him down the hall of the office building where I work. He was charming, handsome and lost! So I went for it and asked him if he needed any help. He said that he was looking for X office. He was right infront of it. His smile melted my heart and I knew that he was the one. Right there and then I fantize with marrying him and already loved him. I shook my head for behaving like a teen and quickly flee the scene as I dodn;t want to become more evident as I already was. I went to the office that I was going and left as quck as I could to see if he was still on the hallway. He was gone. I was crushed. I went up and down the huge office building trying to finding him. He was nowhere to be found. I wanted to die. Then, out of the blue he shows up in my office, I blushed and could't say a word. He say that he "needed help" finding this other office. I quickly took my break and gladly assisted with directions. We talked and talked and talked. He was just so handsome, well spoken and charming. His smile was like thuner piercing my hearth. I was in love like never before. He then told me that he didn't where anything was because he was new in town. I quickly offered to be neighborly and show him around. He then asked for my number and I gave him all the numbers that I had. I showed him around town and then ask me out on a date. We have been inseparable ever since. He later admitted that he was not lost but wanted my attention and something to talk about, and that he spend an hour and a half going office to office until he found me.

I LOVE THIS MAN, I AM SO IN LOVE!

Answer 5

I believe in love at first site because I had dreamed of such a person , in seventh grade, she walked into my English class and I knew she was the person in my dreams, then she introduced herself to the class as a new student at our school and her voice mesmerized me...that moment I thought to myself that one day I will marry her....soon we became friends and by the next year we were bf/gf but I came to realize this was moving all to fast, and I broke up hoping one day our paths would meet up again, when our feeling could actually lead to happily ever after....it wasn't until my senior prom that I approached her and asked if she would be my date, she mentioned she hoped I would ask her...one year later I married her and full filled my dream to come true.

Answer 6

There once was a girl from Nantucket...

you pretty much know the rest.

PS: Sad to say, but a "modern fairy tale" is no different from a classic fairy tale: they're all fairy tales and, by definition, fairy tales are fictions of the most nonsensical, childish variety.

That said I wish you every happiness.

Just keep an eye peeled for that damn wolf.

Answer 7

I could give you some really GREAT beginnings, but the endings would be a let down.

Answer 8

Well, her name was Rosie... And she had her five sisters... Rest is history!

Answer 9

Mine was not a fairy, nor did she have a tail.