11 years ago I spotted Attif at the mall when he worked at the Nestle Toll House cookie cart. I saw his pretty green eyes and nice, sweet smile. I knew he had to be mine! I waited in line and pretended I was going to buy a cookie. When it was my turn, I gavd him my number and told him I thought he was really. cute and he should call me. I didn’t even buy a cookie! The rest is history!
Brynda and Michael
We met in middle school, at the end of our sixth grade year. I was just a husky kid from lA transplanted to the east bay and she was a shy little girl from palo alto who also new to the area. The moment I first saw her I knew I wanted to meet her. We were in art class and in the same group project. I introduced myself by giving her a poster of the rock(wwf) after that we became friends. It wasn’t until next year that I knew she was the one for me. The night leading up to the new school year I had a dream that we were gonna be boyfriend and girlfriend so I woke up extra early and got my self ready. At the time I was very much into the sports jersey theme, so I picked out my best one. A vintage James worthy lakers jersey. The say the least I looked good. Come time for school I got my schedule hoping we had classes together. To my luck we had no classes together, or so I thought. I walk into my last period class, math class and who do I see? That shy little girl from palo alto sitting right in front. I took a little while for me to build up the courage to ask her out(3months) but nonetheless I did and she was just as excited as I was. Her first words were I always wanted a chunky boyfriend.
Lisa & Randy
We should’ve met as freshman when we were both on the crew (I rowed on the women’s team & he was a cockswain (small bossy guy with megaphone) on the men’s team. But we didn’t meet – even though he was a frequent running buddy of my roommate Suzanne.
We finally met Senior year when he & his buddy Pete were mistakenly assigned to the cabin my 5 girlfriends and I were assigned to on the All- Cal ski trip in Steamboat Springs, Colorado. My friend said, “no boys allowed!” –but I thought they were cute and convinced the others to let them stay. Randy I were inseparable that week — skiing by day and dancing at night. Otis Day & the Nights were in town and we went to their show– we couldn’t get the song “Shout” out of heads all week!
It took him EIGHT years to ask me to marry him! I’m so glad he finally did! life’s been full of crazy adventures and we just celebrated our 2oth anniversary!!
Chris and Lilly
We met on Match.Com while I was visiting my family in Montreal, Canada. I had “winked” at her numerous times and finally built up some nerve to message her. She accepted and we clicked from just our cyber chat. Still in Canada, we decided to have a Skype meet up which lasted for 5 hours!
So we continued to Skype date for two weeks till I got home. The night I flew in, we had planned for me to come visit her at her house. My mother said I’ll seem desperate if I go, but I couldn’t wait and neither could Lilly. I went and the rest is history!
Lilly is now my wife and we are life-mates, couldn’t live without her! She is such an angel! I love her dearly. When we got married and within that year, we lost my mother to Breast Cancer and Lilly was by my side the whole time… I really do mean it when I say she is my angel!
Evan and Kate
He was nervous and had to drink 8 beers before meeting me. Wouldn’t talk once we met. Then chugged a Manhattan (which he had never had before, ever) like a shot because he thought it was disgusting. Then was coaxed into playing the guitar at my ex boyfriends house (I was house sitting for him while he was in France). I was convinced he was the quiet but strong type at this point and my curiosity got the best of me. We ended up sleeping in the same bed (well…my ex’s bed), but only after I invited him and he had to be told by our friends to do it because he was still nervous & shy without his guitar….and it’s been history from there! There’s more after that…he lived in TX and me CA, after me going to Texas and our first official date (he took me skydiving), he came back here to visit me for a week. Then after getting back home to TX, 1.5 weeks later bought a new truck and drove back up to live with me.
Cliff and Betsy
My friend’s were always helping me look for Mr. Right. Anita, a good friend and previous co-worker was working at a new company and she told me a really cute, new guy just started. She thinks I might like him, he’s smart, cute and funny! I asked some questions then finished up with – is he younger than me? She said, I am not sure, I think he just graduated, but maybe with his masters? So he probably is a few years younger than you. I said, “Not interested, I am tired of dating people younger than me!” And that was that.
Fast forward a few months to my 32 birthday. A group of friends, included Anita, rented a limousine to take us out on the town (I lived in SF). Our first stop was Johnny Love’s. We were hanging and having fun and all of a sudden Anita came over pulling a guy behind her. Cliff this is Betsy, Betsy this is Cliff – you guys should dance, and off she ran. We awkwardly stared at each other, it was a slow song, and then he reached out and we started to dance. Not knowing what to say, Cliff glanced at my hand on his shoulder and said “you have beautiful hands”. I though to myself, “oh boy, we have a player here….” but he was super cute! Asking some questions, I learned that he was thet guy that worked with Anita. We danced and hung out for a while, then my friends said “it’s time to move”, they had a plan, and hanging in one spot was not on the agenda! Next stop was an Irish pub, kitty korner to Johnny Love’s. I told Cliff we were heading out and asked if he wanted to come. He said he needed to talk to his friends, but he would meet us there. I was super excited, he was so nice and so cute! As we walked over, my friends said “you know he’s not going to come don’t you?” “he was just making an excuse” So, slightly deflated we headed to our next spot. As the mintues ticked by, I had given up hope, but then, it felt like one of those scenes in a movie, the music stopped, we all looked towards the door in anticipation and in walks Cliff! Yaay! He proceeded to hang with us all night beacuase Anita and her hubby could give Cliff a ride home later (they all live in the penninsula). Also, the limo driver let us squeeze an extra fellow into the limo (I just had to sit on Cliff’s lap). He was so so sweet and such a gentleman! He kept pulling my dress down and making sure I was comfortable. A really sweetie! (I later learned, his friends (Jon and Molly) had brought Mollie’s roommates to meet Cliff and he wasn’t super interested in either of them, so he was happy to have another option)
After the fun evening, we all got dropped off back at my house on Parnassus, we hung around a little while. (Cliff’s perspective: when everyone got out of the limo and into the light of a house, he was like….”Yikes – these people are old, what I am doing here”) I had just bought a new 45” (big at the time) TV and wanted to get Cliff alone….”wanna see my TV?” I asked him? We hung in the living room and got to know each other a little better than he headed home with Anita. I was fairly smitten at this point!
We spent the next few weeks getting to know each other via email, things were clicking, so we made a date to meet at a restaurant in Mountain View. I was scared to meet him alone, so I brought my friend Diana along, which was a surprise to him, AND to top it off, we were 45 minutes late. This was pre-cell phone days so I couldn’t let him know. Cliff was steamed and almost left, but luckily was still there. We all had fun and decided Cliff was not a serial killer.
We went on anther date or two and still had never asked each other our ages. He knew I had been Anita’s boss, so he thought I was probably in my mid 20’s, I new he just graduated, but assumed it was a master’s so I thought maybe he was in his mid to hopefully late 20’s. So, a few dates later, sitting at the bar, I asked him how old he was. 21, he replies, you? 32, I reply as both of our mouths drop open and hit the bar… we both stare forward, not knowing what to say, in complete shock… needless to say, since we already really liked each other, we got over it and have been happily married for more than 15 years!
Madeline and Paul
In freshmen year of high school I was going through my emo girl/Hot Topic phase, I was all about striped tights and heavy eyeliner. I was into theater and spent most of my time in the drama room. One day this guy came in to film some stuff we were doing for the video class. He was a cutie patootie. He seemed to also going through his emo phase. We had a mutual friend who told me his name was Paul and I soon realized we PE the same period, not in the same class, just during the same period. I got fluttery every time I saw him and for the first time in my life, I got excited when it was time for PE. I would always try and find him, in the crowd. He was my exact opposite it seemed after a few weeks of being a super creep. He was loud and charismatic and hung out in what I would call “the popular group” (so I guess he wasn’t *that* emo). I’m shy and talking to people gives me anxiety, and lets remember, I hung out in the drama room, so not in the popular group.
I thought we would never meet because there was no way I could go talk to him! Then one day in PE the fates heard my prayers, it was time to start the volleyball unit, which mixes up all the classes. We were on the same team. My stomach was literally in knots because PE was not my strong point. But as it turns out I’m good at volleyball because it got Pauls attention. After some awkward teammate comments and literally destroying any team that stood in our path, it was time to part ways. Next was the softball unit. But the fates weren’t done with us and once again we were put on the same team. I was sititng on the bench when our PE teacher came over and informed us that “at least one girl would have to bat if we didn’t want to forfeit.” I sighed, I’d played softball as a kid but I really didn’t want to do this, but I stood up and said I would bat. It was literally like a movie at this point, the outfield all took a few steps in and I stepped up to the plate and proceeded to hit a home run. When I walked back to the dugout, Paul was blown away. We started casually talking and I was once again sad when we had to part ways with the end of the softball unit. It was the last few weeks of school, time for the swim unit. What the heck, we were literally in the lanes next to each other. We talked more and more and became friends. On the last day of school I was hanging out in the drama room and he came in and we hung out all day. There were about a million points when he could of asked me out. But he never did. The school day ended and my friends and I headed downtown. I was so upset I was on the verge of tears. We were getting on the bus when I got a text. It was from him. And all it said was, “Speaking of buses, do you want to go out with me?” and 6 years later he still sucks at asking questions like that (he didn’t even officially ask me to prom, god knows what hes gonna do to propose…)
Brian and Steve
It was high noon in Austin, Texas. The sun shone strongly through the glass windows of the Google office’s kitchen, where a heteroflexible and sexually distressed Brian was visiting for a business trip. Of all the healthy food offerings available, Brian was craving perhaps the peak of Western culinary expertise- Lucky Charms. As he gracefully began shoveling marshmallows in his house, an olive skinned and sharply dressed Steve strolled in, discussing his recent law school applications with a mutual friend. Brian’s attention was immediately diverted from his milk and sugar concoction to something much sweeter – a gorgeous, intellectual, and ethnically ambiguous boy with a delicious accent. But how to engage him!? Was he even gay?! Brian had fooled around with guys before, but never had a boyfriend. He had dabbled in Legal Studies 101 and watched at LEAST 25 episodes of Law and Order, so an intellectual intro should be simple. Brian led with the ever so smooth pickup line…”Can’t believe you guys have Lucky Charms in your MK” GENIUS. It worked. Casual conversation, nearly unmemorable for its sheer excitement…or something. Brian learned Steve was on the Sales teams in Texas, and lo and behold, we were scheduled to have a dinner with them that night. Needing to re-exert his masculinity, Brian left him with a solid bro-fst bump: “You coming to dinner tonight”?
Debrief with the team. Who knew who that boy was? What was his story? Brian had noticed Steve was wearing a ring (which he’d later discover was simply a fashionable thing to do). Rahul said that means he must be married. Pete heard he had kids. No, no this couldn’t be right. Everything had been so perfect over the bowl of Lucky Charms!
Fast forward to dinner. Brian strategically positions himself across from Steve at the table. It turns out he is sitting next to Kate, Steve’s roommate and a voluptuous blond. Brian has the brilliant idea to make Steve jealous, he will spend the evening hitting on his roommate. Steve doesn’t seem to get it. Many shots are had. Brian learns what a “diet back” is – apparently to wash down a shot after taking it, you drink some diet soda. WHO KNEW?
Later in the night, the group went to a gay club for one of boy’s birthdays. Steve casually asks Brian if he wants any gum. His response: “That will be good for when I make out with you later”. “If you play your cards right” Steve replied. Brian was floored. Mutual interest is displayed!
Many more diet backs later, Steve can’t hold down the alcohol anymore. It comes up, oozing through his hands as he sprints to the bathroom. Steve doesn’t think anyone saw, but Brian did. He knew this was the man for him. A little bit of dancing, and the night is over. There will be one unoccupied hotel room in Austin Texas tonight. The rest is history. Steve ended up moving to San Francisco for law school, and after breaking up ONLY two times, the story of a bowl of Lucky Charms, some diet backs, a little bit of vomit, and a stick of gum has a happy ending.
Katie & Greg
It was a connection made by a mutual friend, over the internet, across thousands of miles (him, in San Francisco, living in a house with 5 roommates and 1 bathroom in Bernal Heights; her, living in Florida during a quarter-life crisis and desperately trying to get the hell out). He was her gateway to the city by the Bay, a treasure trove of information about where to live and what to do, with a friendly Midwestern attitude that transcended Gmail and touched her hardened East Coast heart. On their first meeting, she slept over, but not in the way you might imagine…she had come to the city for a job interview, and needed a place to crash. He obliged, and they got to know each other over Cambodian food in Bernal, sharing more about themselves than they ever had with anyone else who was a relative stranger. She didn’t get that job, alas, but she did start to win his heart.
It was a mere two months later that she did get a job in San Francisco, and needed a place to live. It turned out that he needed to move as well, and had a lead on an amazing living situation near Alamo Square. As it happened, another extra room was opening up in that same 5 bedroom house. Would she be interested? Yes, she was…and she moved in, a mere week later, toting her Florida tan and California sensibilities into his home and further into his heart.
It didn’t take long (just a couple of weeks, some late night conversation, and some well-timed Valentine’s Day tequila shots) that led to their first kiss. And that’s why their story is- three years later- one of the best Valentine’s Day tales that either of them has ever had.