Tag: love stories

I’ll always maintain that we’re the last generation when “cruising” was safe. Cruising, for you young ones, was when a bunch of your friends crowded into one friend's car (usually a beaten up Chevet or Vega) and drove up and down Main Drag America a bazillion times, checking out the happenings.

Judy and I met on June 13, 1966 on her first day at college. Her parents had just dropped her off (she was a freshman and I was a junior) and she was walking with her new roommate through the student union, where I also worked as a short order cook. We just looked at each other as she passed by, but I can still remember what she wore.

Tim and I met through my husband’s uncle, a.k.a. my boss. I did not want to meet him. Luckily my boss, his uncle, did not adhere to my wishes and brought him to a party I was attending. Once introduced, I thought he was good looking, but still not interested. He was my boss’s nephew, and there was no way I was going down that road!

Love can sometimes be hard to find, but if you’re lucky it will find you. It happened to be the summer of 2003 a little over 10 years ago. I had just graduated from college and was working at Macy’s when someone new started in my department. We had said “hello” and seemed to have an instant connection and we quickly became friends. We enjoyed spending so much time together we didn’t even realize that we were together sharing every day.

It was early September 1964 when 15-year-old Walter Banks, Jr. was introduced to 14-year-old Sondra Tyndal at her home in Greenfield, Mass.

I met my future wife in grade school through her brother, electric trains and horses. Her brother, John, and I each had an electric train. That's how I met his sister Marilyn. I found out she was a horse fanatic and they each had a pony. My brother Jerry and I shared a horse. We all started riding together. There were four kids but only three horses so I rode on the back of Marilyn's horse. That started everything!

I was 16 when Adam visited my church for the first time. I was playing “Eve” in a play that day. From the audience, he saw me and turned to his friend and said, “I'm going to marry her.” After service, we met in person, and I fell in love right back.

She was a student at UCSB and I was trying to recruit her to work for me. I was six years older. Her name tag said, “AIMEE.” So the first time I ever met my wife of 13 years, I started singing “Aimee, what you wanna do? I think I should be with you ... for awhile, maybe longer ... if I do!”

I saw Casey for the first time at my good friend's wedding in Spokane, Wash. He was the best man. I liked his beard, his wicked dance moves and the way he made everyone smile. I was very drawn to him and had a strange feeling that was the guy I was going to marry. So, after many glasses of champagne, I told the bride I had a crush on the best man. She obligingly passed my message along, and the rest is history. We just celebrated our one year anniversary Jan. 26.

In 2005, Eddie and I were both widowed after lengthy marriages - he in Morgan Hill and I in Monterey. We each thought we would spend the rest of our lives single and were gradually resigning ourselves to that condition, but we both felt lonely. Finally, at the urging of our respective sisters, we simultaneously decided to try eHarmony, an online dating service recommended by the AARP.