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
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
