Once upon a time, at the University of Richmond, there lived a young man and a young woman who were destined by fate to meet and fall in love. As was the custom in those days (the far off year of 2000) at the University, men and women’s residences were separated by the pristine (read: leech-filled and murky) Lake Westhampton.
On one fateful evening in November, the stars aligned, and the young Miss Tiramisu ventured across the lake to attend a small gathering of friends (read: get tipsy at a frat party). She hadn’t been at the soiree for more than a few minutes when a young gentleman approached her and offered her some cooling refreshments (read: flat Milwaukee’s Best in a solo cup). She was so charmed by his delightful conversation (read: she liked his dance moves and the way he sang along to Faded by Soul Decision) that she ended up spending the whole evening in his company (read: sure she liked him, but also her friend ditched her and left with some random guy).
The two met again a few days later and shared a decadent dinner, realized how much they had in common, how much the one delighted the other, and eventually, fell very much in love (this part’s true).
And that is the story of how Mr. Tiramisu and I met each other, danced to some terrible music, shared our first kiss in the middle of a frat party, and lived happily ever after.
As an apology for the lack of a better story, here’s the bling for your viewing enjoyment:
Now can anyone think of something better that I can tell our grandchildren?
I also have to fib to family about the way we met… intoxicated at a Country-Western bar. We were both only there because it was the place-to-be after a Tim McGraw concert. I spotted him on the dance floor and decided I HAD to dance with THAT guy! Fast forward to us making out on that same dance floor. How classy, I know! Sooo unlike me. Ah well, it obviously all worked out for the best.
Oh, something else we have in common… our rings!! Almost identical, though I think your rock and band are a little bigger than mine. But that’s okay with me, I have dainty little fingers.
I feel you about the frat party! So. Not. Romantic. FI and I met at his buddy’s fraternity (the house my sorority was paired with for football season). But wait–that’s not the worst part. I had a crush on his friend for like six months and I was planning to make my move that night and ask him out or to be my “buddy” for the season, but my pledge mom beat me to it. I was so mad at her, but luckily his cute friends were there and I chatted with them all night and fell in love with his best friend. When I left the party, I im’d my best friends telling them I’d met my husband. Sure enough, four years later we’ll be getting married and the guy I had a crush on will be one of his groomsman!
Go Spiders!
Yeah, my FI and basically have the same story. Knew each other through the same social circles, and then hooked up for the first time at a drunken college party. Awesome. Oh well, we’ll find something else to tell the kids until they are old enough to understand!!
haha i think it’s a charming story ;-)!! hehe one of my coworkers, her dad picked up her mom in a bar…it’s classic! 
I think it’s a great story! Of course, next to mine I think most would. 
He had caught my friend’s eye so I tried setting them up at a concert. The next week we ended up at the same bar and took him home with the intentions of just a one night stand. (I’d never done anything REMOTELY like that before. So now I figure I must’ve just seen something in him, or so I tell myself… 4 months later my sisters were groaning and telling me to just to fess up that we totally fell for each other. That was a year and a half ago…
If anyone asks we just smile and say we met at a concert.
My fiance and I pretty much have the same story.
There was even a lake between my dorm and his frat house. But it was in 2004 and I was to drunk to know what song we were dancing too. At first I thought it was embarrassing to admit we drunkenly met at a frat party. I’ve gotten over that though. After all meeting a guy is pretty much the only reason you go to a themed party dressed as a secretary.
Great ring BTW. It’s really beautiful. Mine is similar, but with a split setting and a yellow diamond.
i cant tell you how much i loooooooooove that ring. that was my original DREAM ring. Mr. CB and I went to try it on and yeah, I didn’t do the ring justice, you on the other hand??? FRIGGIN GORGEOUS! love it!
Wow!! I’m currently an exchange student at Richmond and it’s so great to hear such a sweet story from there!!
my man and i met at a club/bar in Roanoke… I tell people we “met at a restaurant” (they do serve food… er, pizza… there) or that we met “through a mutual friend” (it’s true! my friend who went to college with him introduced us!)… just tell your kids you went to college together. when they’re in their 20s, they’ll figure it out for themselves
My fiance and I met at a bar through mutual friends on not just any night but a theme night. The theme: White Trash Bash. Yes, that’s right; we had our first conversation while two women wrestled half naked in a kiddie pool full of pudding, and we drank $1.00 cans of Nattie Ice. We laugh about it now though.
I’m a Spider too! Did you seal the deal with a kiss in the gazebo? Congrats on your engagement!
I’m a Spider too! Did you seal the deal with a kiss in the gazebo? Congrats and good luck with your planning!
It’s a great story… we met in a club and I’m very proud of our story
Mrs. Tiramisu, Annapolis, MD/Maine
Age and Occupation: 26, Eye Doctor
Fiance's Age and Occupation: 26, Project Manager/Real Estate Management grad student
Engagement Date: May 15, 2007
Wedding Date: July, 2008
Blogging Since: March 4, 2008
Venue: Oceanfront lawn and tent
About Me: I was born and raised in Maine, now living in Annapolis, Maryland and planning a hometown wedding from afar. I’m nothing short of obsessed with wedding planning, and am loving the do-it-yourself madness that has now taken over my life! As for me, I’m a craft-loving, martini-drinking, girly-girl who loves traveling, photography, my schnauzer, and above all, spending time with Mr. Tiramisu.
I think that’s a great story! Hey, Mr. Cupcake and I met at a Halloween party and he was dressed as white trash…. how am I going to explain to my grandkids that grandpa had a mullet when I met him?