Where/How Did You Meet Your Significant Other?

[Vanhelsing]

I really couldn't care less how waarmstrong met his partner.

I give up.

 

[Davita]

I agree...who cares.
I thought this thread could offer some amusing stories but didn't happen...I'm out.

 

[Puspawarna]

Well, I met my partner in school and by the standards of today it was perhaps a bit naughty.

I will only say more if begged to do so.

 

[Banana72]

Well, I met my partner in school and by the standards of today it was perhaps a bit naughty.

I will only say more if begged to do so.

Please..please pretty please...


(it's a boring Friday....I need some good stories...)

 

[Puspawarna]

Well, Banana72, if you insist...

Me: a young, eager grad school student, overwhelmed by the staggering first-year courseload in my program (required courses included microeconomics with calculus; operations research; statistics; and econometrics).

Him: an innocent, slightly-less-young teaching assistant. More specifically, MY teaching assistant. With responsibility for grading first-year student exams, including mine.

In this era, a relationship between us would be verboten. In the early 1980s, it was no big deal, so we started a whirlwind courtship. Everyone knew we were dating and that he was my TA, but no one cared.

His role vis-a-vis my academic performance did cause some problems, but not necessarily the obvious ones. I struggled with the heavily quantitative courseload, microeconomics in particular. When I took the midterms, I knew I had flunked microeconomics. However, I was heartened by my performance on the operations research exam - parts of it were difficult, but I was quite certain I sailed through most of it.

Enter the kindly teaching assistant (that would be my now-husband), who took it upon himself to save me from the shock of getting my grades the normal way. One evening just after all the exams had been graded, but the grades not yet distributed, he took me aside.

"Puspa, I need to tell you something," he said gently. As I looked at him with soulful eyes, welling up with tears, he solemnly said, "I shouldn't be telling you this, so don't tell anyone I told you, but..you, uh...flunked the microeconomics exam."

"Yeah, I figured as much," I said miserably.

The wise teaching assistant continued. "You did fine on statistics, but...I'm sorry to say, you also flunked the operations research exam."

At that point I burst into tears, because I was sure I had done fine on the OR exam. "But, but...I THOUGHT I understood the questions and knew how to answer them...how is that possible?"

The teaching assistant shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry, but all I know is, I graded the exam, and you got three of the four questions wrong and only partial credit for the other question."

I was bewildered as well as distressed, but...how could I argue? He had graded my exam, so he knew the score. Apparently I didn't understand the material as well as I thought I did.

Well. Grades were released shortly thereafter, and yes, I did flunk the micro exam. BUT I got an A-minus on the operations research midterm.

Turns out that Mr. Know-It-All Teaching Assistant was not so all-knowing after all. He did not have access to the names on the exams; it was all coded and he only graded exams identified by numbers. So when he told me that I flunked the operations research exam, what he was really saying was, "someone with handwriting that I think looks like your handwriting flunked the exam." (A pertinent detail he forgot to mention in our tragic conversation.) But as it turned out, it was a different student, not me.

Obviously, I forgave him for the agony he caused me by falsely making me think I was flunking two grad school courses. He had compensatory virtues.

 

[Davita]

Well, I met my partner in school and by the standards of today it was perhaps a bit naughty.

If I were to grade you Puspa I'd have to fail you on command of English....

Definition of Naughty....mildly rude or indecent, typically because related to sex:
synonyms....
indecent, risqué, rude, racy, ribald, bawdy, Rabelaisian, suggestive, improper, indelicate, indecorous, vulgar, dirty, filthy, smutty, crude, coarse, obscene, lewd, pornographic, raunchy, saucy

Except for Rabelaisian (no idea what that means) there isn't one thing about naughtiness in your otherwise interesting story....but you know how to tease.
I'm sure Banana, and myself, begs for more so we'll wait for the edit...maybe some info about your hubbies 'compensatory virtues' will spice it up sufficiently. Otherwise, something along the lines of how he 'scored' his pet-pupil might whet our appetites for naughty....sorry...meant graded...

BTW how long did the mark on his cheek last...after you slapped him...

 

[Bad_azz]

I met mine in a bar on a Sunday night.

He was on stage - so I had to wait for the break before I could hit on him.
He came to visit the next day & pretty much moved in right away- we married 3 months later.
That was over 4 years ago, all still just fine. Only times we argue are if it is visa renewal time or if we are out on the bike together & he tries to steer from the rear.

 

[Puspawarna]

If I were to grade you Puspa I'd have to fail you on command of English....

Definition of Naughty....mildly rude or indecent, typically because related to sex:
synonyms....
indecent, risqué, rude, racy, ribald, bawdy, Rabelaisian, suggestive, improper, indelicate, indecorous, vulgar, dirty, filthy, smutty, crude, coarse, obscene, lewd, pornographic, raunchy, saucy

Sorry to disappoint, Davita ... the only "naughty" part (at least, that I'm sharing) was the vulnerable student dating the TA who had academic power over her. It wouldn't fly at all in US academia these days and would be "naughty" in the non-sexual sense, like a five-year-old swiping a cookie.

Speaking of which, I'm still mildly put out by something I learned a few years after graduation. In my second, much more academically stable year of study, I took a wholly unremarkable course (more economics, bleh). Later it turned out that the professor was fired for hitting on the female students in his classes, offering better grades in exchange for sexual favors.

Although I was only an average student, he never once made a move in MY direction. I'd like to think I projected such self-confidence and moral vigor that he knew I wouldn't be susceptible to his degeneracy, but more likely he just didn't find me attractive. A man of poor taste, obviously.

 

[BrendonN]

A young Naval Petty Officer in training to be a Nuclear Reactor Operator meets a beautiful Indonesian girl in a Sushi restaurant in Saratoga Springs, NY where she is the manager... Now they live in Tangerang with twin newborns nearly 6 years later.

 

[Davita]

Although I was only an average student, he never once made a move in MY direction. I'd like to think I projected such self-confidence and moral vigor that he knew I wouldn't be susceptible to his degeneracy, but more likely he just didn't find me attractive. A man of poor taste, obviously.

Exactly...no surprise the University fired him for being a degenerate but how could they have hired an obviously blind professor to teach economics. He was probably there to teach massage therapy, or sex-ed, but couldn't find his classroom....

 

[Davita]

It was a hot summer day when a B747 took-off from London's Gatwick en route to Bahrain. The crew, three pilots, fifteen pretty Flight Attendants (F/A) and three handsome male cabin crew (Pursers), had just enjoyed a 3 day layover in London, which is a popular trip.

The Captain (Mike) and one of the other pilots (me), both single and attractive males in our prime, who were personal friends remote from work, rented a mini-van and took some of the girls sightseeing and shopping in London. I had an apartment there and the girls were able to relax and freshen-up before returning to our hotel at the airport and have dinner together....nothing ulterior you understand....and I wasn't trying to impress I had an apartment in Central London..

As I said it was summer when the airways over southern Europe are filled with aircraft and holidaymakers to-ing and fro-ing. Therefore, air traffic control (ATC) have their work cut-out to manage the skies and prevent aircraft running into each other. It was no surprise to us when Cyprus control ordered us to turn left to avoid an oncoming aircraft...what was surprising was the delay to order us back on track as we knew we were approaching the Syrian coastline...still, even after many attempts to call Cyprus, we had to remain on the course given. Eventually, a very excited ATC controller told us to resume our original flight-plan, which we did.
Later, as we entered Syrian airspace at our assigned entry-point, we were ordered to land in Damascus as they said we had infringed their airspace over a secret military base. We admitted to the error but said it was caused by Cyprus ATC....we requested our Airline Co. administrators would talk to them but we would continue on to Bahrain. Their response was to consider us on a spy-mission and would fire a rocket if we didn't comply and land in Damascus for inspection. We had over 400 passengers to think about so immediately turned around and flew in the direction of Damascus airport.
None of us had been to Damascus before so landing there was a little of an unknown...but we managed. The aircraft was immediately stormed by fierce-looking soldiers armed to the teeth. Mike had already briefed the passengers and cabin crew what to expect and to remain calm and quiet while we sorted things out...but it did look fraught and scary.
Some Syrian 'officials' then applied a fine for infringing their airspace...we recognized graft, and this was a shakedown effort, so Mike borrowed US$1000 from a Jewish passenger and paid the fine...no receipt. (another story there).
I was tasked to get more fuel which was generously offered by a British Airways manager (on a promise to re-pay)...but the local fuel-guy didn't want to pump it. I saw the same greed as the 'officials' so told this F/A (Indonesian, one of the girls who was with us in London) to open her bar...she said "protocol and Co. policy in an Islamic State demands I must keep the bar locked!"..I almost screamed.."Open the FFing bar!" and she complied. I removed a few bottles of whisky/vodka and put into a bag for the fuelling guy...it went missing and we got the fuel.
Our subsequent take-off and landing in Bahrain was safe....but very late.
What we were unaware was our airline had given many prominent UK journalists a freeby ticket to Hong Kong to as an incentive...so, upon getting to Bahrain they were immediately trying to scoop about the incident while we were trying to wind-down in the crew-bar, at some ungodly hour...by getting drunk. Bahrain, mercifully, isn't a dry state.

While the alcohol was taking effect the same pretty Indonesian F/A, who I'd previously scolded, came to me a little tearfully, and said "You didn't have to yell at me!" I apologized profusely and admitted I was stressed and scared and hoped she'd forgive me...

We've been married 30 years last month...and I can tell you.....she has NEVER forgiven me....

 

[steveandpenny]

Well many moons ago in a far off land called Santa Cruz, there was a local watering hole. It was called the 1 double 0 7...it was a place for some crazy locals to meet and great. At the time they had a coed softball team (really a reason to drink and party) anyway this girl I was seeing what ed us to play and I was game. Frist practice (throw the ball drink some beer, look for the ball than go back to bar .). She made the mistake of introducing me to a girlfriend of hers (my future wife). She had the shortest shorts and damn did she look good . Only problem was she had a boy freind who sold a white powder that was very popular back than.

With much work she moved in with me 2 weeks later and the rest lives in history with many adventures both good and bad.

But here we are over 20 years later with love in our hearts and praying most people forgot some of the chaos we caused.

 

[Minuteman]

Davita,

That is a great story. Cheers.