how did you meet your boyfriend

[wardell]

I thought it would be fun for every one to share how they met their boyfriend. was it love at first sight
I don't have any one so I can't start

 

[gb2000ie]

Was it love at first sight - definitely not.

I was a final year student making a little money as a lab assistant, he was an energetic first year student with penchant for trouble-making! (There's only 2 years between us age-wise, I just started college young, and he started relatively late)

Himself and a female friend of his were both very good at programming, so got very bored very quickly in the labs, and entertained themselves by causing mischief. Nothing malicious - just a little disruptive.

I'd say I spent the next two years thinking of him as 'that guy who caused trouble in the lab', until I finally got to know him, and we slowly fell in love. I don't remember there ever being a 'eurica' moment, it just sort of happened slowly over a few months.

We've been together for over 10 years, and are now married!

B.

 

[Shelter]

Was it love at first sight - definitely not.

I was a final year student making a little money as a lab assistant, he was an energetic first year student with penchant for trouble-making! (There's only 2 years between us age-wise, I just started college young, and he started relatively late)

Himself and a female friend of his were both very good at programming, so got very bored very quickly in the labs, and entertained themselves by causing mischief. Nothing malicious - just a little disruptive.

I'd say I spent the next two years thinking of him as 'that guy who caused trouble in the lab', until I finally got to know him, and we slowly fell in love. I don't remember there ever being a 'eurica' moment, it just sort of happened slowly over a few months.

We've been together for over 10 years, and are now married!

B.

Married???!!! - Lucky one!

 

[Shelter]

I think I've told it here somewhere in the past.

I was 17 and I was going from monday to friday to the gym. I'm a big fan of good shaped bodies (not Schwarzeneggers!). And there I've seen one day a guy (he was then 19) and he looks for me like a Greek god. Always I must look at him - but he didn't see me! So every day when he came to the gym (he was not so constant like me) my heart was pounding. But I've not had the guts to say "hello" to him.

And one day I was after my athletic sports in the shower alone, when he came in, naked as well. And at once I reacted - I got a boner. I couldn't prevent it. He saw it, grinned and I'll never forget the word he said "Impressive"! I got deep red in the face. But he was really cool and said "I've seen you for a while and I know you looked at me - are you ready for a coffee?"

My heart leaped - and sure I was ready for this coffee. So started our friendship which is now after 10 years real love. In these long time not every day was like heaven. We have had bad quarrels but both of us have the ability to overcome such tough moments.

Now we are living happy together with our - or better MY shepherd dog BUDDY in a joint house. And I hope that will last forever. Will it? I hope so!

 

[Otage]

Well I think I have met my perfect guy (ofc I'm aware question is about boyfriends, but he has been the only one I've even ever have considered as one) and it ended as fast as it started. We met online, quite soon went to his town, and it was magic. Partying, sex, fun, bars, similar humour and likes etc. Everything was just fitting perfectly.

So perfectly and so much we were the same, so there was nothing slowing us down, nothing being the voice of reasonability, we lacked the brakes. It was just all too overflowing, like some thing you could see just before the end of the world. It would have consumed us both It was all just too fast and only got faster. And I'm not sad about it, it couldn't have lasted, and the memories only make me laugh, it was just too much fun

 

[klimt]

Well it was 20 years ago... on the Minitel.... The Minitel was a pre-internet system very popular in France in the early 90's. It was on a tchat room. We talked a lot, realise that we loved the same music. And then I went to Paris (I Live in Normandy) at his flat and we met. For me it was a sort of Love At First Sight. He thought it was just a one shot sex affair.
2 weeks later I call him saying that I was going again to Paris and wanted to know if it was possible to come to his appartment for the night. He said no because he was going somewhere and didn't know when back home...
I was really sad...
I went to Paris, pick up a friend of mine to the Lloyd Cole concert.
The concert was really great and at the end, when everybody went out, i saw him.
The "Somewhere" he was going was the Lloyd Cole concert.
So we go back to his flat and spent the night together.

20 years later, we are still together...

 

[jw4833]

I'm pretty sure that I've mentioned this in a previous post...but I met my last bf over 13 years ago prior to us actually becoming a couple. I was standing in the corner of the bar in a dim light and this really hot guy walked in the club with some other guys and I could not believe that he spotted me in that corner. As he was venturing towards the bar...I could tell that he was somewhat a little tipsy but nonetheless...he made a detour right to me and when he approached me he told me..."I want to introduce myself...my name is Michael and I want you to know that you and I will be together and I am going to marry you". Right at that moment...he gave me this long, lingering kiss that went on for at least 4-5 minutes.....(Good Kisser!!)...and then he was called away by his friends. Throughout the years and due to the cirstances that were going on in each of our lives...we did not get together as soon as we thought. However, we became very close friends and throughout the years, we had always been there for each other.

When I was sexually abused...he was the one who I found out once I came out of the coma that had came up to the hospital every single day. In fact, the night nurses became so impressed with his dedication..that they had arranged a room for him to stay in and spend the night on many occasions. Once I came to the phase of being released...he had went to my place prior to my release and moved all of my belongings into his home in order for him to take care of me. For almost two years, I was not able to speak. Therefore, I went through a lot of physical and speech therapy. He also did his part with the speech therapy on a daily basis as well. In fact, I remember when he got rambunctious with this flash cards and had wrote one that said "I Want To Suck Your C**k"...and low and behold..these were my first words that I spoke...haha...Once my life gotten to some normalcy ....it was a great relationship because throughout the years of friendship...we had known a lot about each other which was a good thing because we rarely had an argument. This went on for a few years prior to his sudden death. I love telling this story because I really miss him a lot...and now that I'm back into the dating arena...I miss him more than ever because I've been approached by so many guys who wants to play all of these stupid games which can be quite insulting to my intelligence in so many ways...but hey..I guess this is the real world!!!

 

[W!nston]

I think I've told it here somewhere in the past...

Yes you did, Shelter

HOW I MET MY PARTNER

But if you are like me it's always worth re-telling special moments of our lives so here goes my story again:

This is a short version of the evening I met my partner. If anyone else wants to share their 'love at first sight' story please do.

Long, long ago in a city far, far away...

There was a hotel named after a famous 15th century explorer. The building was old. It was built during the 1930s. The architectural style of that era was romantic and this hotel was very much so.

It had fallen from grace a little but the elegance was still there. Someone bought it and set about restoring it. The reception area, lobby and lounge were the first to get the make over. The owners opened the lounge while the rest of the hotel was still under renovation.

Some friends and I loved to have cocktails some evenings at the lounge of this hotel. The bar in the lounge was dark mahogany with mirrors the length of it behind bottles of spirits. The lighting fixtures were in the style of old gas lamps. There were a few tables of the same dark mahogany in the lounge but I preferred the bar so I could see the lobby more easily through the open French doors of the lounge. Sometimes we would take our drinks to the lobby and lean against the marble walls.

One Thursday evening I was at my post in the lobby. I could see the entrance, the reception desk and the patio through the open doors on the wall opposite. A very handsome man entered through the revolving door. He was wearing a white, short-sleeved shirt that fit his torso like a glove; tight black chinos with a black belt and turquoise buckle; black leather dress boots and a bolo tie. His sleeves were cuffed to accent his biceps that were straining to bust out of his sleeves. His medium brown hair was collar length and parted on the left side. A lock of his hair fell across his forehead. His bubble butt filled those chinos very nicely.

As he moved to the front desk he noticed me looking at him. I'm not sure but I think my chin had dropped and my mouth was open. Our eyes met and I looked away to whisper to a friend, Casey, something like 'holy fuck'.

I moved from my vantage point to one of the marble columns near the elevator and stairs. He finished at the desk and made his way around the lobby past the patio and towards the lounge. I felt my pulse rise as he got closer. He walked past me and looked me in the eye again. His eyes were such a deep brown they looked black. My pulse was racing and I felt faint but managed to remain standing. He went to the lounge. I looked over at Casey and he shrugged his shoulders.

It seemed like an hour but it was only 5 minutes or so and he walked out of the lounge, past me and toward the Men's room. He looked over his shoulder at me. I followed. Inside the Men's room he was standing at a sink looking in a mirror. He smiled at me then turned and said 'I have a really big dick. Wanna see?' What was I to say to that? 'Of course I do' I said. He obliged. He had not exaggerated.

I have told that story many times and each time I feel the rush of adrenaline. It is one of the most vivid memories I have. It was the beginning of a partnership that has lasted many, many years... decades in fact. We have never been apart since that night.

Fortunes and cirstances have changed over and over but our love never has. We've had many bumps along the way but we've managed to work around them. We've had arguments but we've never gone to bed mad. Make up sex cures all ills, lol.

No matter what life throws at us we can feel safe and secure in each other's arms at night. I love him. He loves me.

That was 35 years ago...

My parents were married for 53 years before my father's passing. My mother never considered remarrying.

None of my brothers or sisters marriages lasted more than 20 years. All of them divorced and remarried at least once and one of them 4 times, lol.

None of them ever found what my partner and I have.

:blushing:

 

[Shelter]

Yes you did, Shelter

HOW I MET MY PARTNER

But if you are like me it's always worth re-telling special moments of our lives so here goes my story again:



That was 35 years ago...

My parents were married for 53 years before my father's passing. My mother never considered remarrying.

None of my brothers or sisters marriages lasted more than 20 years. All of them divorced and remarried at least once and one of them 4 times, lol.

None of them ever found what my partner and I have.

:blushing:

That sounds so very good. Be happy!

 

[gb2000ie]

Married???!!! - Lucky one!

TECHNICALLY a 'civil partnership', but I don't believe in 'separate but equal', so I just call it marriage

B.

 

[Frenchgerman]

I met him first at a diner organised by a club for old vehicules. I didn't even noticed him then.
I met him a second time at a picnic by the same club (it's him the automobil fan, not me). There, no problem I saw him ... I even tried to follow him when he left, but my car wouldn't start (irony no?).

And then I phoned him ... and it was the start ... that was in june 1993.

We partnered in 2000 and married on september 27th 2013.

 

[fictif59]

I thought it would be fun for every one to share how they met their boyfriend. was it love at first sight
I don't have any one so I can't start

I met my first boyfriend on an Internet forum. We chatted for months and then we met.

 

[pete123]

assuming I have one that is
corny but true in passing on the street (1977!)

 

[Dendood]

These are lovely, touching stories. One could make them into beautiful Love Stories. Great movies. I'd watch them all. -Although jaded as we are as a society a lot of people would just go, "That's so fake." -Real love, real connection transcends the 'normal' of the day to day world. It is so amazing when it happens. And it does happen.

I've already told the tale of meeting my husband on this board. Which seems strange as just a few weeks ago someone asked me if I were married and with no hesitation I said, "No." After the guy left I wondered why I said that. And said it so easily. It came down to a number of factors. One, I never mention being gay in straight settings. I lived with my partner for 20 years before the subject of my being gay, or being with him came up. So if it took 20 years with my family, the odds I'll mention it to someone I don't know well..... not likely. But the other part is I haven't wrapped my mind around the idea of being in a 'traditional' marriage. We wore corsages, suits, kissed when the judge pronounced us married. But a part of me still sees 'all of that' as something involving a bride, a white wedding dress. Maybe I'll grow into the thing.

Either way, papers from the City Hall or not, we are lovely bound together. 35+ years running. We met at a gay 'rap group.' A large ball room type of room with chairs lining the outer wall and no other furniture. As the 20 or so of us sat around talking my eyes were laser locked on this handsome guy across the room. His eyes were locked on mine.
When the session ended we made a straight line for the other and met in the middle of the room. He asked me to go out for a drink. I said, "No, I'll meet you at your place instead." Done and done.

Some rough patches over the years. But never once a voice raised in anger. What sealed the deal for me was the road trips we took in his mother's car. He would hold my hand as he drove. And it felt like a trillion volts of happy energy was traveled through his fingers and into the whole of my being. I never wanted to let that feeling go.

So far, I'm as lucky as any poor sap could hope to be.


-Love the imagery and sensuous nature of everyone's story here. Makes my heart swell with emotion. And my nuts horny.

Thanks.

(He married a genuine, sexual perv with a well hung libido....)

 

[Shelter]

These are lovely, touching stories. One could make them into beautiful Love Stories. Great movies. I'd watch them all. -Although jaded as we are as a society a lot of people would just go, "That's so fake." -Real love, real connection transcends the 'normal' of the day to day world. It is so amazing when it happens. And it does happen.

I've already told the tale of meeting my husband on this board. Which seems strange as just a few weeks ago someone asked me if I were married and with no hesitation I said, "No." After the guy left I wondered why I said that. And said it so easily. It came down to a number of factors. One, I never mention being gay in straight settings. I lived with my partner for 20 years before the subject of my being gay, or being with him came up. So if it took 20 years with my family, the odds I'll mention it to someone I don't know well..... not likely. But the other part is I haven't wrapped my mind around the idea of being in a 'traditional' marriage. We wore corsages, suits, kissed when the judge pronounced us married. But a part of me still sees 'all of that' as something involving a bride, a white wedding dress. Maybe I'll grow into the thing.

Either way, papers from the City Hall or not, we are lovely bound together. 35+ years running. We met at a gay 'rap group.' A large ball room type of room with chairs lining the outer wall and no other furniture. As the 20 or so of us sat around talking my eyes were laser locked on this handsome guy across the room. His eyes were locked on mine.
When the session ended we made a straight line for the other and met in the middle of the room. He asked me to go out for a drink. I said, "No, I'll meet you at your place instead." Done and done.

Some rough patches over the years. But never once a voice raised in anger. What sealed the deal for me was the road trips we took in his mother's car. He would hold my hand as he drove. And it felt like a trillion volts of happy energy was traveled through his fingers and into the whole of my being. I never wanted to let that feeling go.

So far, I'm as lucky as any poor sap could hope to be.


-Love the imagery and sensuous nature of everyone's story here. Makes my heart swell with emotion. And my nuts horny.

Thanks.

(He married a genuine, sexual perv with a well hung libido....)

Dendood this is one of the most beautiful love-stories I've ever heard and so nice written. Let me tell you that I've got tears of happiness in my eyes. Beautiful.

And yes a good screenwriter could make from all these stories a good film with a real happy end - which is sooo very seldom in Gay Themes Movies.

 

[HustleMe15]

Meeting Nick

For us it wasn't love at first sight, but I did think he was kinda cute. I always laugh when I tell this story. I was hanging out with a group of friends, pretty much minding our own business, and trying to look for business at the same time. We had just eaten lunch at a McDonald's so we were still pretty close to there. After a while I saw this guy come out of the McD's and sat on the parking blocks, those things that your front tires bump into, and was eating a bag of french fries. I told my friends that I'd be back in a few minutes and went over to where he was sitting. I sat down and said "Hi, I'm Ryan", and he kinda turned away and pulled his french fries closer because he thought I was there to steal them. When he was convinced that I wasn't going to steal them we got to chatting a bit, found out his name, and what he was doing. I told him I had to get going after bit, but if he ever wanted to come over and hang out he was more than welcome. A few days later saw him again and he did come over to join us. We got to be friends, and then good friends, and then finally boyfriends. And that's how Nick and I met.