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How did your folks meet up?   :teddyr:

My story is interesting and strange: a guy named Tommy had just been honourably discharged from an army regiment in Cape Town and had decided to travel north to what was then Northern Rhodesia (now Zambia) for work as an engineer. Once up there, he made friends with another guy named Peter who told him "My baby sister's coming up soon for a visit and I'll introduce you to her." Tommy's first thoughts were (a)  :buggedout: :buggedout: :buggedout:(b) EEE-AWW. EEE-AWW: possible swamp donkey alert and (c) Oh sh*t! :buggedout:

In due course, Peter's little sister came up from South Africa. Tommy took one look at her and went: "Whoa!" instead of what he was expecting to do, i.e.  :buggedout:

Result: they were married for 51 years. Only blot on their horizon? Me.  :tongueout: :wink:

A guy at my Dad's work suggested he come bowling with him. He said there's a hot blonde on their team. The two started dating. Back then he was pilot. She was on a plane he was piloting. Something happened and the plane crashed. My Mom's survival was a miracle. Her body is covered in 3rd degree burns, yet despite that he stayed with her and they got married.

My mom worked in a municipal office and my dad was a cop working out of the same building.

In the summer of 1977, between years in college, my father was doing a bicycle tour of western Ireland and met my mother, still a teenager, in Galway. They got married the next February. My dad's family here in the United States freaked out until they met my mother, and my grandpa told my dad, "Son, I'd have done the same thing."  :smile:

Gez. I really don't know. Maybe I'll ask my Mother later today. :smile:

My mother moved into the house nextdoor to my dad, he accidentally got her pregnant, they got married and she stupidly gave birth. They managed 11 years of wedded bliss and thus I have currently endured almost 25 years of constant misery.

I have no clue whatsoever, but whatever started it all, I wouldn't suggest to anyone anyways.

You know I don't know either... it was a friends of friends thing, but i don't know more.  it WAS 10 years before the day of my birth.

If the birth result was you, it was a good event, not even close to stupid.

My dad was stationed near Sevilla, Spain during the early stages of Vietnam.  That's when he met and married my mom.  I'm not sure all of the particulars, I think they met at a restaurant or bar or something like that and my mom started teaching my dad Spanish.  Not long after they got married, and still are today. 

My mom and dad worked at the same bank together.  That's about it.

My Mom was friends with this one lady, and she was married to this one guy who was friends with my dad. The lady my mom was friends with introduced them.

I know very little about my family.

And I'd like to keep it that way.

Sorry guys: I've never met your mothers!

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