i don’t know if my story is about destiny or fortuity.
But actually my name is sira.i’m 22 years old and i have never had boyfriend.
i think Bridget Jones is more lucky thant me.she’s already dating with someone.lol
Nobody believe me when i told them or they think.i have a problem.but i’ haven’t.Every time that I have had the opportunity to go out with someone something weird happened .sometimes it was funny and sometimes less.
But i’m sure that one day i will find my prince charming.
Posts Tagged romance
How I Met My Wife
Dec 7
My name is Danny Kofke and I met my wife through a chance encounter.
I was an elementary education major and, during my last semester, was assigned to student teach at a school down the road from my house. A week before school started, I got a call from my college saying the teacher I was assigned to teach with was no longer at that school so I was assigned to teach at a completely different school with another teacher.
At this new assigned school, I met my wife-to-be, Tracy. She was a first grade teacher there and we fell in love pretty quickly and wed less than one year later.
It has been ten years since we met through this chance encounter and I often think how different my life would be if the teacher I was originally assigned to had not transferred.
Tracy and I have had a wonderful 10 years together. We have lived and taught in Europe, have 2 beautiful daughters and basically have great lives because of someone else’s decision. I feel that we were met to be together – she is my soulmate – and am so fortunate to have met her!
Never Say Never
Nov 17
Pete and I met when he was 25 and I was 17; 33 years ago. I thought he was just THE cutest guy ever and I very badly wanted to date him, love him and marry him. The 70′s being what they were, a time of free love and expression, we hung out alot, (I basically followed him around), had a lot of fun together, but we never dated. So I moved out of town and started living my life… Periodically I would go back home and see Pete were he worked and on one particular visit, he waved his hand at me and shouted, “look I got married”. I was devastated! I thought for sure we were supposed to be together!? Many years later I moved back to my home town and was re-acquainted w/ Pete, met his wife, liked her very much and we were all quite friendly. On occasion I would house and dog sit for them, his wife and I had lunch together, went to the gym, etc… We were friends. Then I got ill and had to go away for 3 months; when I returned home, Alice was very ill and within 6 weeks passed away. After a time Pete and I started dated, this past September we celebrated 10 years together. We are amazingly happy, and we know Alice would approve. Never, say never.
Four years ago, I moved to Denver from Japan to start my first year in college. Then one day during my sophomore year, a random guy from myspace started talking to me. I was completely uninterested and thought he was weird. I started talking to one of his friends, Pacey*, who gave me the 411 on this definite creeper. Naturally, I stopped talking to the original guy, but kept in contact with Pacey. He lived 60 miles away, so we never met, but we’d talk whenever we were online. Neither of us expected it, but we continued our friendship for quite sometime, and became surprisingly close.
After about a year, Pacey decided he wanted to join the Navy. I wasn’t looking forward to him leaving, but I was glad that he was following his dream. I was in Hawaii for spring break at the time, and missed his last call. Ten minutes after I got his voicemail, he called me back to say he couldn’t go because of a recent hand injury. Two months later, Pacey announced he was moving to FL to live with his best friend. Again, I was crushed that my friend was leaving, but was glad he was doing his thing. It was when he left for FL that I realized that Pacey meant more to me than a good friend. Unfortunately, I was still stuck in CO and he was on the other side of the country. I think we both realized we liked each other then, but didn’t see anything realistic coming out of it, so we simply continued being friends. After about a year of separation, we still talked regularly, and I decided I wanted to study abroad in Australia for a semester. Pacey moved back to CO while I was still in Australia. We hadn’t seen each other in almost a year and a half, but when we did, we were the closest we’d ever been. Months and months of agonizing sexual tension went on; neither of us was willing to admit our feelings for each other. Then, Pacey did it again; he decided he wanted to move to South Dakota. He was out there for about 3 months when he finally called me, completely drunk, confessing all of his feelings for the past 3 years. A few days later, he called me to tell me he was going to buy a non-refundable ticket to visit him. I protested, but he went and bought it anyway. An hour after he bought me the tickets, he was laid off.
Pacey and I have officially been together for 9 months. It hasn’t been long, but the number of times we’ve tested our bond since knowing each other has proven to us that we’re meant to be. We still live 60 miles away, with full-time schedules of school and work, but somehow, we manage to stick together. Our story is a true example of, “if its meant to be, it’ll work out.”
Chronic Magnetism
Nov 4
I met a girl halfway through my junior year in high school, who I found myself drawn to, she had a rough personal life, and tons of negative history with her family. We found ourselves dating eventually, but she ended up getting taken away by the police because she refused to go back home with her grandparents. We lost contact. Out of the blue, two years later, I get mail, addressed from her. She was was living with a new guardian. I was involved with a girl at the time and even though I was drawn to be with the girl who I had found myself back in contact with, I couldn’t just leave my current girlfriend. A few weeks go by, lost contact. Soon me and current girlfriend break up. A void is left. Two months later girl gets ahold of me again, she has a boyfriend she calls her “angel.” I feel left behind. Weeks go by she tells me she wants me and that she would leave him for me, but I couldn’t. Lesson – Grasping at a fire drawn by a chronic magnetism, is like an addiction. When you’re addicted, you lose yourself. If it never seems to work learn to accept defeat and be able to know you tried. Sometimes people like that aren’t meant to be the one you’re to be with, but to be a lesson of self-control.
It was freshman year at my private Christian college. There, the girls are pretty, everybody smiles and it’s hard to tell the difference between a friend and an enemy. Just that summer, I spent a week in an EDU for the eating disorder I had yet to accept. I figured a Christian college would be a great support system, but before I knew it I was relapsing and realizing who my real friends were. My sister’s then boyfriend had gotten me a job at starbucks and soon my coworkers became my new friends and family. That winter, the relapse hit hard and I ended up in the hospital for two months putting up the fight of my life against anorexia and bulimia. Towards the end of my stay, I fell too far behind in school and had to drop out. Luckily for me, those friends from work let me move into their apartment and helped me through my recovery. Soon after, I lost my license because, silly me, small town cops care a lot more about speeding than city cops do. This forced me to really learn the value of hard work. I walked a half hour to and from work every day and was able to get much closer to my roommates and friends during that time. Having to fully rely on others teaches a person so much. I didn’t know at the time, but I would end up having a tragic romantic relationship with one of them, get a promotion at work with their help, realize where my passions really are and watch that all come crashing to a halt within the year. Even though it didn’t work out with him, I learned a lot from my roommate. With his help and a good push from my somtimes crazy and hectic work at starbucks, I learned my true passion. Coffee isn’t just something to drink when you’re tired, it’s a gateway to all of the things I love. I decided to move out and quit Starbucks, but am now studying at a culinary and business school to open my own non-profit coffee shop. It’s going to have free music lessons for kids, support local artists, and give back to the community. Had I not had my eating disorder, I would never have dropped out of my christian school and pursued my passions. I also wouldn’t have become so strong… strong enough to know when to walk away from the man I loved to do the things I love. He may have broken my heart and my eating disorder was painful, but they are the reason for my joy now and the reason I will be able to help so many people in the future. Thanks to coffee, friends, a few too many tickets and hard times.
