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Dating app. Months of bad dates, a few spurts of nothing, and then poof he’s here out of nowhere. 🥰 That’s how adults in our 30s date though. We’re looking for someone who can fit into our already established lives.

As the man said, “I helped her out of a jam I guess.” Now I wouldn’t exactly say that I “used a little too much force”, but I sure did over-achieve on the whole helping a stranger out thing.

Anyway, we’ve been married for five years now.

The first time I fell for someone in earnest I was 14-15, and it was for my first ex, a very nice, mature and intelligent lady called Paula (she was a year older than me, so comparatively she was very mature, ig). We were studying French in a language institute after school (I suck at sports, lol, I had to do something!) and we just “vibed”. Being a more reckless and hornier younger me, things naturally evolved from friendship to relationship. I was just a bigger mess at the time, more needlessly combative and less emotionally stable, so a year or so in she decided to call it quits. I’m not on social media so I didn’t “follow” her, but I hope she’s doing well. 🫶

im still not sure I believe in love and emotions as some sort of mystical type thing. So like young ages like that I would just say im attracted to someone not necessarily in love. I met my wife who I am closely bonded to at a fan convention.

I met all of my loves in the same bar in the 90s. Sometimes the love was short lived, sometimes a little longer and one is still with me for 30 years next january.

Multiple points of contact. Our parents were friends. Our older brothers were friends. We went to the same school but were in different classes. We had some hobbies in common. I don’t recall when we first met, we were probably 4-7 years old and certainly no unique relationship feelings until many years after that.

Life outside the computer? Well, I fail that one. But to answer the question very short and sweet.

Met online. Q-Link, 1986. Been together since.

She taught me how to cross my eyes while we sat on the floor in a circle next to each other.

She was my friend’s cousin, we met my freshman year in high school and just hit it off right away.

Dated until junior year and broke up, which in high school felt like an eternity.

It was an immature sort of love between two very young people who were both years away from even beginning to figure out who they really were. We grew in completely different directions and our inexperience made us both pretty bad partners at times. But it was still love nonetheless, and the first time I had experienced it.

I’ve met all my partners offline. Friends of friends usually, and concerts, the park or the pub.

First love I met in a park - they were hanging with their friends nearby my friends and the groups started mixing. Stayed out way too long just to keep talking.

I was 18 at the time and received a PM on a online forum from her because my username indicated we were born the same year.

The second one I found from a platform similar to Omegle.

Third I PM’d on Instagram.

That’s almost two decades of my life. Now I’m single again. If there is to be a fourth one, I expect them to be discovered from an equally odd place - likely somewhere online.

On a bus to a juvenile detention facility. We bailed when it stopped for gas and spent the next ~8 years on the run together. She would sweet talk us into places to stay, I would steal food and fight predators when that didn’t work. She has a regular job now and tries to check on me a few times a year. I’m as angry and poor as ever but no longer young. That depth of connection is not available in normal society. She frames it as trauma bonding and wants to help me integrate. I see it as fundamentally human and want to watch the systems that atomize and exploit us burn.

First time was happenstance, when I was 15. I was kinda nervous about starting high school the following week; the anxiety of doing so in a new town wasn’t helping anything. I was running errands with my mom one day, we’d capped off the afternoon by picking my sister up from marching band practice. She’d brought this other girl along, having offered her a ride home. I don’t really remember the specifics about the trip, just ‘ooh, meeting a new person, let’s start the “new place” jitters early’. I think this girl and my sister were chatting something vaguely along the lines of coming over for French horn lessons. I don’t remember the specifics.

Two years later though, I’d gotten into theatre. Day 1 of rehearsals for a play I was cast in, there she was again. The roles we were playing didn’t interact much on stage, so when I wasn’t playing my part, I got to spend a lot of time in the wings. Watching her, being enamored with her performance, gradually realizing I was catching feelings for her.

I made a move, eventually, we went out for a while, it was great while it lasted. But, ultimately, we made better friends than lovers. We’re still friends, or at least friendly, to this day though.

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