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	<title>Comments on: How My Father Met My Mother</title>
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	<description>the journey of a bicoastal twentysomething living with type 1 diabetes.</description>
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		<title>By: Jenny</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jenny</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 16:50:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My husband and I dated off and on for 5 years before I finally saw the light and fell in love.  He liked me, a lot, and kept doing incredibly romantic things, like leaving flowers in my car for me as a suprise, and I kept finding reasons why I could never be in love with him, and then...my father was in the hospital, and was having emergency surgery, and the one person I wished to have with me, beside me, to comfort me, was him.  And then I knew, finally, that he was THE ONE.  And he is the best thing that ever happened to me.  (A neat post-This reminds me of those little interviews of couples throughout the movie "When Harry Met Sally".)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My husband and I dated off and on for 5 years before I finally saw the light and fell in love.  He liked me, a lot, and kept doing incredibly romantic things, like leaving flowers in my car for me as a suprise, and I kept finding reasons why I could never be in love with him, and then&#8230;my father was in the hospital, and was having emergency surgery, and the one person I wished to have with me, beside me, to comfort me, was him.  And then I knew, finally, that he was THE ONE.  And he is the best thing that ever happened to me.  (A neat post-This reminds me of those little interviews of couples throughout the movie &#8220;When Harry Met Sally&#8221;.)</p>
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		<title>By: Allison Blass</title>
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		<dc:creator>Allison Blass</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 01:41:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for sharing all your stories. They are really cool! 

Jillian: I had to talk to my parents multiple times over the past week to get the story straight again... they've told it to me before but I just couldn't remember it all. So they definitely knew about this post ahead of time - they practically helped me write it. 

Donna: Yes, in this day and age with divorce rates so high, I feel very lucky that my parents are still together.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for sharing all your stories. They are really cool! </p>
<p>Jillian: I had to talk to my parents multiple times over the past week to get the story straight again&#8230; they&#8217;ve told it to me before but I just couldn&#8217;t remember it all. So they definitely knew about this post ahead of time - they practically helped me write it. </p>
<p>Donna: Yes, in this day and age with divorce rates so high, I feel very lucky that my parents are still together.</p>
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		<title>By: Donna</title>
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		<dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 00:46:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your parents have such a cool story! Happy anniversary to them!

My husband &#38; I have known each other since I was about a year and a half old &#38; he was 3. Of course, I don't remember anything before I knew him. We fought all throughout our childhoods &#38; then, surprisingly, got married on July 19, 1980. Now I feel really old. We got married 3 years earlier than your parents. But that's okay. What's really cool is that they are still together &#38; so are we. 

Thanks for sharing their story. It gave me goosebumps.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your parents have such a cool story! Happy anniversary to them!</p>
<p>My husband &amp; I have known each other since I was about a year and a half old &amp; he was 3. Of course, I don&#8217;t remember anything before I knew him. We fought all throughout our childhoods &amp; then, surprisingly, got married on July 19, 1980. Now I feel really old. We got married 3 years earlier than your parents. But that&#8217;s okay. What&#8217;s really cool is that they are still together &amp; so are we. </p>
<p>Thanks for sharing their story. It gave me goosebumps.</p>
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		<title>By: type1emt</title>
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		<dc:creator>type1emt</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 19:52:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My husband and I met on a social networking(Christian) website. It was odd, because someone else (who fancied himself God's greatest gift to women) told me about the site. That relationship went nowhere fast but the person I met on the website did. That website is no longer in existence but I'll always remember it. First date: we watched Troy...(we dated 3 years)

My mom and dad met at a chess tournament, he beat her and a couple of years later they got married..almost 34 years ago.

 Happy 25th Anniversary to your parents:-)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My husband and I met on a social networking(Christian) website. It was odd, because someone else (who fancied himself God&#8217;s greatest gift to women) told me about the site. That relationship went nowhere fast but the person I met on the website did. That website is no longer in existence but I&#8217;ll always remember it. First date: we watched Troy&#8230;(we dated 3 years)</p>
<p>My mom and dad met at a chess tournament, he beat her and a couple of years later they got married..almost 34 years ago.</p>
<p> Happy 25th Anniversary to your parents:-)</p>
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		<title>By: Jillian</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jillian</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 19:41:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a great story, and what a lovely daughter they created! Happy Anniversary!

I don't have all of the details of my parent's story. I know that they met when my dad was a sophomore in college and my mom was a freshman in 1972. She was a cheerleader and he was one of the stars on the basketball team. My mom thought my dad was cute, and at some point a mutual friend dared him to kiss her. There is also a story about a laundry room, and my mom ironing my dad's clothes because he didn't know how. My dad said he spent the next 3 years by my mom's side, rarely leaving campus to go back home which was only an hour away. When my mom graduated in 1976 they moved in together, and got married in 1980. I should mention that there were issues surrounding the fact that my dad is black and my mom is white, but I don't really know how to fit it in because it didn't matter to them just those around them.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a great story, and what a lovely daughter they created! Happy Anniversary!</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t have all of the details of my parent&#8217;s story. I know that they met when my dad was a sophomore in college and my mom was a freshman in 1972. She was a cheerleader and he was one of the stars on the basketball team. My mom thought my dad was cute, and at some point a mutual friend dared him to kiss her. There is also a story about a laundry room, and my mom ironing my dad&#8217;s clothes because he didn&#8217;t know how. My dad said he spent the next 3 years by my mom&#8217;s side, rarely leaving campus to go back home which was only an hour away. When my mom graduated in 1976 they moved in together, and got married in 1980. I should mention that there were issues surrounding the fact that my dad is black and my mom is white, but I don&#8217;t really know how to fit it in because it didn&#8217;t matter to them just those around them.</p>
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		<title>By: Kathy</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kathy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 18:27:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a cool story! It's amazing how chance our meetings are...my mom &#38; dad had a similar experience at a friend's wedding (my dad nearly didn't go, had to be coerced!).

My husband and I met through a mutual friend, but we nearly missed out on meeting entirely. We'd chatted on e-mail a few times and finally arranged to talk; he was out of town that night, and when the time came round for him to call, nothing happened.  I waited for the phone to ring as the moments went by. Apparently he had tried calling my number a couple of times at that point, and kept getting the wrong person because he didn't include the area code. (Later he told me he assumed I was playing games, and never intended to try again!) At the same time I remember thinking, "You should try calling him, Kathy, just give it one more try." After another attempt we finally connected. The rest is history :-)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a cool story! It&#8217;s amazing how chance our meetings are&#8230;my mom &amp; dad had a similar experience at a friend&#8217;s wedding (my dad nearly didn&#8217;t go, had to be coerced!).</p>
<p>My husband and I met through a mutual friend, but we nearly missed out on meeting entirely. We&#8217;d chatted on e-mail a few times and finally arranged to talk; he was out of town that night, and when the time came round for him to call, nothing happened.  I waited for the phone to ring as the moments went by. Apparently he had tried calling my number a couple of times at that point, and kept getting the wrong person because he didn&#8217;t include the area code. (Later he told me he assumed I was playing games, and never intended to try again!) At the same time I remember thinking, &#8220;You should try calling him, Kathy, just give it one more try.&#8221; After another attempt we finally connected. The rest is history <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':-)' class='wp-smiley' /></p>
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