I was ostracised, hated, and bullied by the entire school. Except this one person was kind to me, and I liked them back. We would read together in the library and talk about random stuff and just hang out. It was the kind of relationship where you both like each other and know the other likes you but somehow neither of you makes a move.

But I was also a kid, and completely clumsily fucked it up. One day I said something so horrible, I still regret it to this day. Honestly one of the biggest regrets of my life. They avoided me, and never spoke to me again. I didn’t even apologise, because I was a coward and a jerk. I still liked them after that, but it hurt too much, so I avoided them too. Learning experience for sure.

It doesn’t specify romantic love, so the first time I met my first love I was at a Red Robin’s and she had just turned three, I had been dating her dad about six months. She is still very much the sunshine of my life, because of her I know what love is, I know what it’s like to love someone with my whole heart, to love someone not just enough to die for them but to live for them too. She’s the first person I’ve ever truly, deeply, loved and my life is so much better with her in it. Having biological kids wasn’t in my cards because I have cystic fibrosis so having her in my life is truly wonderful, she was also the deciding factor for getting my lung transplant, I chose to gamble it all for more time with her, and it paid off in spades

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.

She stalked me on Facebook because I dressed like the Crow and acted like a quirk chungus. It was a different time.

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.

I was best friends with his sister. I met him when I was in middle school but I didn’t fall for him until high school. I was staying the night at my best friends house and she went to sleep early. He stayed up with me and we talked all night.

It would still be 3 years before we dated. He was in a toxic relationship with a girl who threatened to kill herself every time he wanted to leave. He never cheated though. He finally left her and his sister and I were no longer very close.

We just happened to run into each other when we were both at a retail store. He gave me his new number. I text him shortly after. He came over and we started dating that night. We were together about 2 years. We were young and both had a lot of growing to do.

I used to keep in contact with him but, his wife got pissed. I told him that’s fine, if he was unwilling to stand up for himself again (his wife is similar to his ex) that that was his choice. I wasn’t going to step on his marriage.

Still occasionally talk to his sister but, haven’t talked to him in 10+ years.

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.

First one I met when I was a member of the Society for Creative Anachronisms. Second one was while I was a piercing apprentice. Third, fourth, fifth, and sixth (the one that I’m married to now) I initially met online. My first ex-wife was between #2 and #3.

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.

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.

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.

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. 🫶

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.

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.