not a first date, but an early date w my wife

I really like going to the first two rounds of the NCAAs. We had been seeing other for a while but not too long. The NCAAs were close enough to go - and so I got tix and invited her.

We went to the first day - two sessions - four games. Two days later, I picked her up for the second day - as she got into the car she asked - how many games today - I said two - she said "only two?".......and the rest is history

Keep this thread going!!!!
My friend Raymond married his childhood sweetheart. Her name was Cindy. She was awesome, like one of the guys. Beer, sports, cussing.
Unfortunately, they divorced but we all stayed good friends. Cindy a few years later died of a brain tumor. About a month after she passed I woke up and swear I saw a shadow in the corner of our bedroom. I heard her say "I'm not through with you" and then nothing else. I had no idea what she meant, and to this day still don't.

Posted by p6453 on 9/21/2019 9:38:00 AM (view original):
Keep this thread going!!!!
My friend Raymond married his childhood sweetheart. Her name was Cindy. She was awesome, like one of the guys. Beer, sports, cussing.
Unfortunately, they divorced but we all stayed good friends. Cindy a few years later died of a brain tumor. About a month after she passed I woke up and swear I saw a shadow in the corner of our bedroom. I heard her say "I'm not through with you" and then nothing else. I had no idea what she meant, and to this day still don't.

Similar story and very weird but I'll tell it. Preface: I'm in my mid 20s, still living with my father while I complete my doctorate. My mother passed away several years ago.

A couple months ago, I had slept wrong going into my day off and my back was KILLING me. So it's my off day, I figure I'd nap to regenerate, but maybe I'll try the couch downstairs. I used a pillow that I found and zonked out for an hour or so. I wake up to my mother's voice saying "hey upsetcity, do you wanna get up soon?". I open my eyes in a rush and swear I saw her for a millisecond and then nothing. No voice, no person. The house was empty with my dog next to me sleeping. It felt surreal.

The wildest part? I ended up telling my dad about how I passed out on the couch earlier with the pillow and said nothing about the strange event that followed. He said "That pillow? I'm surprised it was even comfortable. That's the pillow that the night nurse made for your mom while she was in the hospital."

Posted by p6453 on 9/21/2019 9:38:00 AM (view original):
Keep this thread going!!!!
My friend Raymond married his childhood sweetheart. Her name was Cindy. She was awesome, like one of the guys. Beer, sports, cussing.
Unfortunately, they divorced but we all stayed good friends. Cindy a few years later died of a brain tumor. About a month after she passed I woke up and swear I saw a shadow in the corner of our bedroom. I heard her say "I'm not through with you" and then nothing else. I had no idea what she meant, and to this day still don't.

Interesting!

If she hadn't been a friend, I'd say that message would be unsettling. As it is, I'm sure it was comforting to you.

Posted by upsetcity on 9/21/2019 10:34:00 AM (view original):

Posted by p6453 on 9/21/2019 9:38:00 AM (view original):
Keep this thread going!!!!
My friend Raymond married his childhood sweetheart. Her name was Cindy. She was awesome, like one of the guys. Beer, sports, cussing.
Unfortunately, they divorced but we all stayed good friends. Cindy a few years later died of a brain tumor. About a month after she passed I woke up and swear I saw a shadow in the corner of our bedroom. I heard her say "I'm not through with you" and then nothing else. I had no idea what she meant, and to this day still don't.

Similar story and very weird but I'll tell it. Preface: I'm in my mid 20s, still living with my father while I complete my doctorate. My mother passed away several years ago.

A couple months ago, I had slept wrong going into my day off and my back was KILLING me. So it's my off day, I figure I'd nap to regenerate, but maybe I'll try the couch downstairs. I used a pillow that I found and zonked out for an hour or so. I wake up to my mother's voice saying "hey upsetcity, do you wanna get up soon?". I open my eyes in a rush and swear I saw her for a millisecond and then nothing. No voice, no person. The house was empty with my dog next to me sleeping. It felt surreal.

The wildest part? I ended up telling my dad about how I passed out on the couch earlier with the pillow and said nothing about the strange event that followed. He said "That pillow? I'm surprised it was even comfortable. That's the pillow that the night nurse made for your mom while she was in the hospital."

I'm sorry about your mom, upsetcity. Mine died back in 2012. As I was reading your story, I thought, "I bet that pillow was hers." Thanks for sharing.

I said earlier in this thread that I don't necessarily believe in ghosts. I used to, when I was young, even though nothing had really ever happened to me. There came a point recently when I couldn't anymore. It wasn't from lack of trying. My life has been full of resonant material. My best friend died during my freshman year at Oklahoma State. Two more friends would die before graduation. Then my mom. I even lived across the street from a cemetery for a few years in college. I spent a lot of time there, mostly because it was quiet and peaceful. We had a group of friends -- maybe seven or so -- who would walk through it at night because we were desperate to experience something. It never dawned on any of us how unlikely it was for the dead to chill in a cemetery. We never saw anything. My then-girlfriend claimed she saw a shadow moving quickly among a group of headstones. I believe she was full of it. Just generally.

That's not to say I think the dead don't interact with us. I've had many dreams where I'm talking to my friends or to my mom, whole conversations about what's going on in my life right now. I'm aware how comforting those can be.

But here's an interesting story: Mom died pretty suddenly from a heart attack. After her heart attack, she was rushed down to the medical center in Indianapolis because she needed surgery to repair a hole in her heart. Things were pretty positive immediately following the surgery. The doctors were consciously optimistic she would live. But hours later she had to go on a ventilator because there was fluid in her lungs. The patch on her heart was leaking an there was nothing more anyone could do. Being the oldest, I had to sign all the forms to take her off of the machines keeping her alive. (my parents were divorced)

And so we waited. For hours. All day. Sitting around her bed, listening to her labored breathing and waiting for her to die. It was horrible. I couldn't take it anymore. Around eight-thirty my brother, my cousin, and I went down to the cafeteria to get some dinner. I wasn't even hungry. I just needed to get out of that room. I was exhausted. I vaguely remember eating stale cornbread and talking about what life was going to be like without her. Then in my mind, very clearly, I heard, "Come back up here." So the three of us head back up to the fourth floor. My brother stops at the bathroom right outside the elevators and tells me to wait for him. I do. In my mind, again very clearly, I heard, "I'm waiting for you."

As my brother and I are walking down the hall toward Mom's room, a nurse runs out saying something about my mom going now. We rush in, rush by the dozen family members in the room, and take our places at either side of her, each grabbing one of her hands. The heart rate monitor is going crazy -- 90, 25, 105, 6. Then she died. Less than thirty seconds after we got there.

Timing is a weird thing.

First date with my wife was a May 2004 Fleetwood Mac concert at the old Starwood Amphitheatere near Nashville, TN. I had just started bartending at the Opryland Hotel, and my new manager knew I was a musician and classic rock fan, and gifted me a pair of comp tickets. I was still new to town, and being the awkward introvert I am, didn’t have a bunch of folks in mind to ask. So I asked this girl I’d been hanging out with at songwriter nights and open mics. We were mutual admirers, but she was clear she wasn’t interested in dating; she was a good conservative Christian girl, and I was divorced with a 7-year old. She couldn’t say no to Fleetwood Mac, though.

Nice big thunderstorm opened up right at the start of Buckingham’s I’m So Afraid guitar solo, probably sealed the deal for me.

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Posted by p6453 on 9/21/2019 9:38:00 AM (view original):
Keep this thread going!!!!
My friend Raymond married his childhood sweetheart. Her name was Cindy. She was awesome, like one of the guys. Beer, sports, cussing.
Unfortunately, they divorced but we all stayed good friends. Cindy a few years later died of a brain tumor. About a month after she passed I woke up and swear I saw a shadow in the corner of our bedroom. I heard her say "I'm not through with you" and then nothing else. I had no idea what she meant, and to this day still don't.

Similar story and very weird but I'll tell it. Preface: I'm in my mid 20s, still living with my father while I complete my doctorate. My mother passed away several years ago.

A couple months ago, I had slept wrong going into my day off and my back was KILLING me. So it's my off day, I figure I'd nap to regenerate, but maybe I'll try the couch downstairs. I used a pillow that I found and zonked out for an hour or so. I wake up to my mother's voice saying "hey upsetcity, do you wanna get up soon?". I open my eyes in a rush and swear I saw her for a millisecond and then nothing. No voice, no person. The house was empty with my dog next to me sleeping. It felt surreal.

The wildest part? I ended up telling my dad about how I passed out on the couch earlier with the pillow and said nothing about the strange event that followed. He said "That pillow? I'm surprised it was even comfortable. That's the pillow that the night nurse made for your mom while she was in the hospital."

I'm sorry about your mom, upsetcity. Mine died back in 2012. As I was reading your story, I thought, "I bet that pillow was hers." Thanks for sharing.

I said earlier in this thread that I don't necessarily believe in ghosts. I used to, when I was young, even though nothing had really ever happened to me. There came a point recently when I couldn't anymore. It wasn't from lack of trying. My life has been full of resonant material. My best friend died during my freshman year at Oklahoma State. Two more friends would die before graduation. Then my mom. I even lived across the street from a cemetery for a few years in college. I spent a lot of time there, mostly because it was quiet and peaceful. We had a group of friends -- maybe seven or so -- who would walk through it at night because we were desperate to experience something. It never dawned on any of us how unlikely it was for the dead to chill in a cemetery. We never saw anything. My then-girlfriend claimed she saw a shadow moving quickly among a group of headstones. I believe she was full of it. Just generally.

That's not to say I think the dead don't interact with us. I've had many dreams where I'm talking to my friends or to my mom, whole conversations about what's going on in my life right now. I'm aware how comforting those can be.

But here's an interesting story: Mom died pretty suddenly from a heart attack. After her heart attack, she was rushed down to the medical center in Indianapolis because she needed surgery to repair a hole in her heart. Things were pretty positive immediately following the surgery. The doctors were consciously optimistic she would live. But hours later she had to go on a ventilator because there was fluid in her lungs. The patch on her heart was leaking an there was nothing more anyone could do. Being the oldest, I had to sign all the forms to take her off of the machines keeping her alive. (my parents were divorced)

And so we waited. For hours. All day. Sitting around her bed, listening to her labored breathing and waiting for her to die. It was horrible. I couldn't take it anymore. Around eight-thirty my brother, my cousin, and I went down to the cafeteria to get some dinner. I wasn't even hungry. I just needed to get out of that room. I was exhausted. I vaguely remember eating stale cornbread and talking about what life was going to be like without her. Then in my mind, very clearly, I heard, "Come back up here." So the three of us head back up to the fourth floor. My brother stops at the bathroom right outside the elevators and tells me to wait for him. I do. In my mind, again very clearly, I heard, "I'm waiting for you."

As my brother and I are walking down the hall toward Mom's room, a nurse runs out saying something about my mom going now. We rush in, rush by the dozen family members in the room, and take our places at either side of her, each grabbing one of her hands. The heart rate monitor is going crazy -- 90, 25, 105, 6. Then she died. Less than thirty seconds after we got there.

Timing is a weird thing.

That is incredibly sad and touching at the same time.

I'm so sorry about your mom and friends at the real OSU.

I'm working on my Master thesis in anthropology and human genetics and submit a semi-polished copy to my advisor, who was the department chair. He absolutely loves it and tells me that not only will this be accepted by the committee but he will talk to his friend (the chair at the University of Chicago) about a doctoral fellowship. All I have to do is write a conclusion and I'm as good as headed off to the windy city for my PhD. I point out that my conclusion is right here. I found a new genetic marker. The chair says, no, no. You need to explain not what you found but what it means, the direction you believe future research should follow, your prediction on how this knowledge will impact the human condition, not only the social impacts but the ethical implications as well. I thought about it for a moment and told him - that's not science, that's a newspaper editorial - and then laughed in his face.

I was asked to leave the graduate program the next semester and (needless to say) never got that fellowship. I'm standing in line at the university administrative building to submit my academic withdrawal paperwork. A clerk is ready to help the next person in line and the dude in front of me, who was next, suddenly has his cell phone go off and says he has to take the call and waives me ahead. She was a former model, drop-dead brunette grad student on a work-study program. She did my withdrawal, then asked me on the spot out for coffee. We've been together for 27 years. I lost my chance at a doctorate from one of the best schools in the country but gained the best wife in the world. Thanks, Dr. department chair! After all this time, I'm still laughing at you, pinhead.

Posted by gomiami1972 on 9/21/2019 10:29:00 PM (view original):
I'm working on my Master thesis in anthropology and human genetics and submit a semi-polished copy to my advisor, who was the department chair. He absolutely loves it and tells me that not only will this be accepted by the committee but he will talk to his friend (the chair at the University of Chicago) about a doctoral fellowship. All I have to do is write a conclusion and I'm as good as headed off to the windy city for my PhD. I point out that my conclusion is right here. I found a new genetic marker. The chair says, no, no. You need to explain not what you found but what it means, the direction you believe future research should follow, your prediction on how this knowledge will impact the human condition, not only the social impacts but the ethical implications as well. I thought about it for a moment and told him - that's not science, that's a newspaper editorial - and then laughed in his face.

I was asked to leave the graduate program the next semester and (needless to say) never got that fellowship. I'm standing in line at the university administrative building to submit my academic withdrawal paperwork. A clerk is ready to help the next person in line and the dude in front of me, who was next, suddenly has his cell phone go off and says he has to take the call and waives me ahead. She was a former model, drop-dead brunette grad student on a work-study program. She did my withdrawal, then asked me on the spot out for coffee. We've been together for 27 years. I lost my chance at a doctorate from one of the best schools in the country but gained the best wife in the world. Thanks, Dr. department chair! After all this time, I'm still laughing at you, pinhead.

That's awesome on many levels.

you guys are awesome, those are some good stories

Well, I guess sad and happy stories are welcomed. I've known my wife since I was 4 and she was 7. Her brother and I were best friends in pre-k. I was anerd with coke bottle glasses and had a crush on her in middle school. She was like ewww. Her brother and I didn't talk for 2 years right before high school, but when we got talking again I got contacts and all of a sudden she was like is that little nerd Kenny. Her brother said yes. We went on some dates had 2 kids before we got married, son when I was 17 and daughter when I was 20. Been married for 22 years. Then 8 years ago my son was involved in a murder/suicide. He shot and killed my mother-in-law and then shot a killed himself. Needless to say my wife lost the 2 most important people in her life in one day, she was a mess for 6 months before we got her on the right meds. Some couples break up/divorce over tragedies like this but it made us stronger. It's been rough, but is getting better through the years. My wife lost her father to CJD, look it up, it's mad cow disease in human form.

But now my daughter's getting married and my life is good. Love pizza, but live in the boonies so no pizza joints within 40 miles. Like this game, just need to get better. I'm a perfectionist and always trying to get better. Love gambling, fantasy football, and dfs. Finally won $450 on fanduel. Have a good job as an X-ray engineer and play in a 40 and over baseball league on the weekends. HOPEFULLY I win a championship before I die. LOL

Posted by terps21234 on 9/22/2019 9:15:00 PM (view original):
Well, I guess sad and happy stories are welcomed. I've known my wife since I was 4 and she was 7. Her brother and I were best friends in pre-k. I was anerd with coke bottle glasses and had a crush on her in middle school. She was like ewww. Her brother and I didn't talk for 2 years right before high school, but when we got talking again I got contacts and all of a sudden she was like is that little nerd Kenny. Her brother said yes. We went on some dates had 2 kids before we got married, son when I was 17 and daughter when I was 20. Been married for 22 years. Then 8 years ago my son was involved in a murder/suicide. He shot and killed my mother-in-law and then shot a killed himself. Needless to say my wife lost the 2 most important people in her life in one day, she was a mess for 6 months before we got her on the right meds. Some couples break up/divorce over tragedies like this but it made us stronger. It's been rough, but is getting better through the years. My wife lost her father to CJD, look it up, it's mad cow disease in human form.

But now my daughter's getting married and my life is good. Love pizza, but live in the boonies so no pizza joints within 40 miles. Like this game, just need to get better. I'm a perfectionist and always trying to get better. Love gambling, fantasy football, and dfs. Finally won $450 on fanduel. Have a good job as an X-ray engineer and play in a 40 and over baseball league on the weekends. HOPEFULLY I win a championship before I die. LOL

Just wow...... I'm happy for you that tough times made you stronger. That's a tough hand to be dealt. From any angle. I couldn't imagine

Guess I'll share my romantic love story of how I met my ex-fiance.

Early September of my Senior year in college, I go to a sorority party and do some heavy day drinking. I go home and pass out for a couple hours. I wake up and head downstairs of my apartment and walk through the living room wearing only my boxers. I open the front door and take a super long beer **** on the front porch.

I finish up and turn around and there's a girl sitting there on the couch by herself just watching me. I say "Hey I'm Benis" and walk back upstairs.

Ended up dating for almost 10 years, got engaged and then broke up about a year ago (thank god). But it was certainly love at first sight without a doubt.

Posted by terps21234 on 9/22/2019 9:15:00 PM (view original):
Well, I guess sad and happy stories are welcomed. I've known my wife since I was 4 and she was 7. Her brother and I were best friends in pre-k. I was anerd with coke bottle glasses and had a crush on her in middle school. She was like ewww. Her brother and I didn't talk for 2 years right before high school, but when we got talking again I got contacts and all of a sudden she was like is that little nerd Kenny. Her brother said yes. We went on some dates had 2 kids before we got married, son when I was 17 and daughter when I was 20. Been married for 22 years. Then 8 years ago my son was involved in a murder/suicide. He shot and killed my mother-in-law and then shot a killed himself. Needless to say my wife lost the 2 most important people in her life in one day, she was a mess for 6 months before we got her on the right meds. Some couples break up/divorce over tragedies like this but it made us stronger. It's been rough, but is getting better through the years. My wife lost her father to CJD, look it up, it's mad cow disease in human form.

But now my daughter's getting married and my life is good. Love pizza, but live in the boonies so no pizza joints within 40 miles. Like this game, just need to get better. I'm a perfectionist and always trying to get better. Love gambling, fantasy football, and dfs. Finally won $450 on fanduel. Have a good job as an X-ray engineer and play in a 40 and over baseball league on the weekends. HOPEFULLY I win a championship before I die. LOL

Terps, I'm so incredibly sorry your family had to go through something like that. That's horrible. But I am thankful that you and your wife were able to lean on each other through that. Like you said, a lot of couples would crumble under the weight.

Thank you for sharing that part of your story.

Posted by Benis on 9/23/2019 10:24:00 AM (view original):
Guess I'll share my romantic love story of how I met my ex-fiance.

Early September of my Senior year in college, I go to a sorority party and do some heavy day drinking. I go home and pass out for a couple hours. I wake up and head downstairs of my apartment and walk through the living room wearing only my boxers. I open the front door and take a super long beer **** on the front porch.

I finish up and turn around and there's a girl sitting there on the couch by herself just watching me. I say "Hey I'm Benis" and walk back upstairs.

Ended up dating for almost 10 years, got engaged and then broke up about a year ago (thank god). But it was certainly love at first sight without a doubt.

I know you just added that to not share your real name, but I really like the idea of you walking around, ******* on porches, and making everyone call you Benis.