Inspired by the adventures & advice recounted in the Women are trouble thread, I thought I'd propose a related thread: How I met my Sweetie through Swimming (masters or whatever).
I'll start the ball rolling...
Sixteen years ago I was taking advantage of an extended dayshift position in my (then) policing career by working out most mornings with a age-group club in North Vancouver and evenings with my masters club & was devoting myself to a rather monastic lifestyle designed to see just how far I could take my swimming-then...one night, in walks a new female swimmer to our masters workout & literally I thought "oh no, here comes trouble!" We made acquaintance through the post-workout ritual hottub & I knew that it was serious trouble when I discovered that she was a breastroker (I was surrounded by stroke philistines who preferred others) & after she took off her bathing cap (auburn hair? I'm sunk). Nevertheless, I stubbornly tried to adhere to my swimmerly vows of perfection attainment until a few weeks later after a local meet she mentioned that she had been given two tickets for a play & would I like to come along?
We've been married for fourteen years now.
Swimming perfection? Naah, but lifetime happiness I'll take over that, anytime.
Your turn
We have 15-20 now married couples on Walnut Creek Masters that met swimming!
My husband and I met doing laps at the pool Feb, 1993. It was a Saturday and I had just had my wisdom teeth out two days earlier. I guess he dug chipmunks! Anyway he said, "What set are you doing?" I said, "10 x 200s fly on 2:20."
He looked a little surprised and said, "Can I join you?" Of course I thought he'd go away with my response. I was certainly shocked at his response and a little amused, so I had to confess that I was really some 25s as I just had my wisdom teeth out!
We just chatted. I was dating a loser at the time... so I wasn't really interested (although he was 6"4, about 200 pounds and really handsome I noticed!) He told me he was in the police academy and already hired by WCPD. So with all of his training he could only get in on Saturdays. He asked if I wanted to meet him again in two weeks. I said sure. I was curious.
We met at the pool, swam, went for a walk, watched a volleyball game I wanted to see on TV at my parents, had a picnic with his Labrador Retriever (MacGuire) on the top of Mt. Diablo, went for a mtn. bike ride, got Chinese food, and rented a movie. He took me home about 3am (nothing happened!) Our first date was about 17 hours! From then on we were pretty inseparable. In fact I remember saying to him, "Don't you want to take me home?" He said, "Are you sick of me already?"
I laughed and said, "No. Just checking."
We were married August 12, 1995 :)
There was an irony to our whole meeting: Being from CT he had come out in 1987 (I think!) to try and make his Trials cuts at Concord Pleasant Hill (under Mitch Ivey). Two years earlier I bagged that whole idea and swam occasionally with the lower group. Our paths must have crossed dozens of times!!! To his credit though Pat was 24 and I was 17 so that wouldn't have gone over very well anyway :p
You guys! HELLOOOOOOO. I wasn't DOING that. I just SAID that because I wanted him to go away! Remember, chipmunk cheeks, wisdom teeth out, I was really doing the 25s (like I said).
Boy. Pay attention :p
I met my "Chuckie" in a little different way. I was walking home with a group of swimmers and as we passed Roberts Resturant (I was 19 at the time) one of the swimmers I knew was talking to a girl and we all joined in. I was introduced to Chuckie a very pretty 15 year old. I thought she was cute but I was 19 she was 15.
Four years later I was walking the beat (I was a Cop) and saw this girl again. We talked again, I had not seen her for 4 years.
She invited me to a sorority ball. I told her I can't dance, she said come to my house and my sister and I will teach you. The music we danced to was Moon Glow and that was it. Was it love at first sight or second sight?
George
Originally posted by Karen Duggan
You guys! HELLOOOOOOO. I wasn't DOING that. I just SAID that because I wanted him to go away! Remember, chipmunk cheeks, wisdom teeth out, I was really doing the 25s (like I said).
Boy. Pay attention :p
Wow, I was far more impressed with your swimming before I found that out!;)
Wow, do you all think their honestly is hope that Ralph,
Mr. Moose and I might find someone through swimming?
All kidding aside....George, Karen...what neat stories.....thank you for sharing them....
Originally from Tom Ellison:
Wow, do you all think their honestly is hope that Ralph, Mr. Moose and I might find someone through swimming?
Jeeze Tom. I thought swimming is where the three of you met.
Now you want a foursome? Keep doing the hypoxic training and I'm sure someone will come along.
Jim
