Marriages Made In Heaven, Hell, or the Internet
lucky_kari
lucky_kari at yahoo.ca
Tue Sep 2 02:29:53 UTC 2003
--- In HPFGU-OTChatter at yahoogroups.com, "ssk7882" <ssk7882 at y...> wrote:
> It was only *months* after I met him in person that I realized that
he was the same person at all. And even now, I have some trouble
believing it.
>
<laughs hysterically>
My parents met at a political meeting. My father was defending capital
punishment. My mother was arguing against it.
She demolished him, and they lived happily every after.
One of my friends recently married a guy she met through the net
personals. She was about thirty, and not all desperate when it came to
attracting men. She had a very nice career. So,there was a lot of
snickering from a lot of people when it came out where she met him,
the internet supposedly being the realm of the life challenged. He's a
professor of botany, a wonderful guy, and they got married in May, and
are going to live happily ever after, I hope!
But wait. There's more to the story. My friend, delighted at her own
success, decided to register her mother with the dating service she
had used. Mother was horrified! Demanded she take her off, which the
daughter eventually did, apologizing. However, in the meantime, this
perfectly charming fellow writes the Mother. They discover they're
just meant for each other, and this July I had the immense pleasure of
attending their wedding.
Meanwhile, the prize for the worst pick-up line ever goes to my
grandmother.
She and a few other nursing students were throwing a graduation party,
and her brother had invited my grandfather to the party. Now, my
grandmother has a reputation for a)being an enthusiastic envangelist
for Catholicism and b)asking questions that she thinks are discreet
and aren't. So, my great-uncle says to her,
"His last name's French, but don't get any ideas, Marie. He's not
Catholic."
My grandmother takes this as a liscence to cross the room, and say,
"Hello, are you a French Huguenot?"
He started laughing, and they've been married fifty-three years now.
Eileen
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