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Hollywood uses the term “cute meet” to describe the first time the hero and heroine come together.

This first meeting sets in motion the emotional plot of the story, the ahhh moment, the catch in the throat, the faster heartbeat. The more dramatic and romantic that meeting, the more believable it is for us that this represents a major turning point in the hero’s and heroine’s lives.

If done right, a virtual stage has already been set up before that crucial meeting—where the hero and the heroine are, what time it is, their names, and what they look like—so we can see them and watch the unfolding action. But it’s not just the impactful circumstances of the meeting that make it memorable.

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It’s that all important micro-moment—within the first meeting—that sets up the promise of a truly great romance. That recognition of each other and the silent acknowledgment that something exciting is in the air between them, signifies for us the start of their process of falling irrevocably in love.

Very often the most romantically significant moments are when nothing is said at all and not much is done either. Full-on copulation is not necessary for the hero and heroine to recognize that “this is the one.” The dramatic suspenseful moment could a shared look across a crowded room, an accidental brush of his hand against hers, an unexpected act of kindness on one of their parts.

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So, how did you and your significant other meet?
Do dish about your cute meet.

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  1. AndreaW
    on Oct 10th, 2007
    @ 7:06 am

    My DH and I met where we worked. We started as friends and progressed from there. The funny thing is that my hubby used to have a motto: “Don’t get your honey where you make your money”…..and then he met me and the rest is history. 🙂


  2. Buffie
    on Oct 10th, 2007
    @ 7:29 am

    The dh and I met on Thursday, March 19, 1987. I had just turned 16 the week before. My parents were out of town and my best friend was staying with me. Her and I went to different high schools. Her school was having a dance that night and we decided on the spur of the moment to go. Before we got to the dance we decided to make it an interesting evening and see who would get kissed first. Our little private bet. So we get to the dance, and my girlfriend (blonde hair, blue eyes, and 6 feet tall) gets asked to dance first. I was sitting on one of the bleachers watching everyone dance, when this guy walked up to me. He was a little taller than me, dark hair, dark eyes, and a great smile. He was wearing white pants and a teal blue sweat shirt that said “Hey Mon” on it (he had been to the Bahamas). He asked me to dance, held my hand as we walked to the dance floor, and I still remember the thrill as he put his hands on my waist. I don’t remember the song. I wasn’t listening to the music. After the dance, we walked outside — where the air was crisp and the moon was shining. Doug kissed me out there in the moonlight. After the kiss, we both looked at each other and said “Now what was your name?”. I can’t wait to tell my grandchildren that story!

    BTW — my girlfriend one bet!


  3. Kim
    on Oct 10th, 2007
    @ 10:49 am

    Andrea and Buffie, love your stories!

    Keira, where’s yours?

    I meet my husband at the race track. I was there with a group of friends and we meet him and his group of friends. I’d get into more details but well, my hick flag would be flying again 😉 The one thing I remember most of that night is locking his friend in the porta-potty and rocking it back and forth. LOL. All you heard was Terry screaming for his mom. *g*


  4. KeiraSoleore
    on Oct 10th, 2007
    @ 1:41 pm

    Kim, I had to clean my monitor and keyboard before I typed this comment. Your story made me spew water everywhere.

    You three, what hilarious stories!!!

    Like Andrea, my husband and I met at work. We weren’t friends initially, though we did work together. You might say, we worked adversarially together. 😉 Then one day, he asked if I wanted to join a group of his friends for a movie. I wasn’t particularly, ah, encouraging. On the day that I didn’t go with that group of friends, he was reckless and injured his ankle badly. A very good friend of mine asked me to take pity on him. So when he asked me out, I said yes. He brought flowers for that first oh-fish-ial date. What can I say? I adore flowers, particularly yellow ones. 😀

    Buffie, our date is February 18.


  5. santasmbslt
    on Oct 10th, 2007
    @ 3:19 pm

    My dh and I met at the first mixer on the very first weekend we were at college. He kept looking at me from across the room while I danced with my roommate. I thought he was looking at her. He came over, asked me if I wanted to go for a walk around a campus I really didn’t know too well in the middle of the night. Naturally, I said yes. It was three o’clock in the morning before I got back to the room. We had our first kiss outside the campus chapel and it was there that he popped the question five years later. The rest, as they say, is history.


  6. KeiraSoleore
    on Oct 10th, 2007
    @ 9:13 pm

    All these walks out in the dark!! If I had known all of you all those years ago, the courtship between my husband and I would’ve, ahem, “progressed” faster. And looking forward, my advice to my daughter is going to be exactly what those Regency mamas said to their debuting just-out-of-the-schoolroom daughters: Do not walk in the dark alone with a man.


  7. Kim
    on Oct 10th, 2007
    @ 10:41 pm

    awww, San! What a sweet story. I hope he knows how lucky he is!