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	<description>Sex. Relationships. Dating. That&#039;s what I&#039;m talkin&#039; &#039;bout.</description>
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		<title>By: K</title>
		<link>http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/how-they-met/1052/#comment-19822</link>
		<dc:creator>K</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 10:43:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Infinity - I have your answer to upgrade the look and feel of the real truth of your &quot;how we met&quot; story:  If she is with you when the question is asked, just say that you&#039;d like to think that you were auditioning for the part of the knight in shining armor and you thought that you&#039;d try out your act with a total stranger.  It turned out very well, thank you.  When they ask for details, refer them to the lady since a gentleman never tells....  I promise, more than just the lady in question will give you the appreciative glance.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Infinity &#8211; I have your answer to upgrade the look and feel of the real truth of your &#8220;how we met&#8221; story:  If she is with you when the question is asked, just say that you&#8217;d like to think that you were auditioning for the part of the knight in shining armor and you thought that you&#8217;d try out your act with a total stranger.  It turned out very well, thank you.  When they ask for details, refer them to the lady since a gentleman never tells&#8230;.  I promise, more than just the lady in question will give you the appreciative glance.</p>
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		<title>By: Coby</title>
		<link>http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/how-they-met/1052/#comment-19634</link>
		<dc:creator>Coby</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 14:13:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow. I&#039;m totally lucky. My Boyfriend remembers more that I do about our first meeting. Down to what we were wearing, actually. It&#039;s a role reversal there, since he remembers important dates (like our anniversary) and I breeze through them and have no idea.
  We met through a mutual friend that he began dating for a while. She turned out to be just another money-sucking, time-wasting lump of nothing and they separated. We kept in touch. It was difficult, since we&#039;re 600+ miles apart. About a year later, I had a very large emotional breakdown over a death in the family, and while everyone else in the world was moving away and giving me space, he kept bugging me to talk and kept me from wallowing in my grief. I fly out to visit him two years later and that was pretty much it. I had such a spectacular time that I called him every day after that because I couldn&#039;t get enough of him.
 We still talk every day, for hours at a time.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow. I&#8217;m totally lucky. My Boyfriend remembers more that I do about our first meeting. Down to what we were wearing, actually. It&#8217;s a role reversal there, since he remembers important dates (like our anniversary) and I breeze through them and have no idea.<br />
  We met through a mutual friend that he began dating for a while. She turned out to be just another money-sucking, time-wasting lump of nothing and they separated. We kept in touch. It was difficult, since we&#8217;re 600+ miles apart. About a year later, I had a very large emotional breakdown over a death in the family, and while everyone else in the world was moving away and giving me space, he kept bugging me to talk and kept me from wallowing in my grief. I fly out to visit him two years later and that was pretty much it. I had such a spectacular time that I called him every day after that because I couldn&#8217;t get enough of him.<br />
 We still talk every day, for hours at a time.</p>
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		<title>By: Infinity</title>
		<link>http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/how-they-met/1052/#comment-19601</link>
		<dc:creator>Infinity</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Nov 2008 17:35:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>To respond to Rey&#039;s comment, I think it is possible to find a love in college...people do all the time. But it&#039;s just very hard to. So I understand the whole, &quot;alcohol-induced love story.&quot;

And Kath is right, when you tell a story about how you met your girl, make sure you share a story that does her justice.

How I met one of my ex-girlfriends was a crazy story. When I was in college, and about to go to sleep, I went to the bathroom to clean up and I found her and her friend throwing up in one of the toilets. I got help and took care of her for the night. She had no idea who I was.

When she walked by me the next day with her friends, her friends pointed me out (because she had no idea who I was, as she couldn&#039;t even lift her head the night before) and I made a silly face at her, subtly making fun of her. Seeing her for the first time normally, I thought she was absolutely gorgeous.

Later on that week, she comes back to my room and thanked me for helping out. I told her she was welcome to come down whenever she wanted and she took me up on that offer. Her birthday was the next week, so I got her a devil&#039;s cake and to make fun of how we first met, a case of water. She thought that was hilarious.

We got to know each other really well just hanging out in my room and then after a couple weeks, I finally decided to take her out for milkshakes. One of the best nights of my life....

The story goes on but it was very hard to tell a story like that without it making it seems like, &quot;yeah, she was wasted when I found her and it was love at first sight.&quot;

But however you meet her, make it as cheezy and as romantic as possible. I mean, isn&#039;t that how you saw it anyway?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>To respond to Rey&#8217;s comment, I think it is possible to find a love in college&#8230;people do all the time. But it&#8217;s just very hard to. So I understand the whole, &#8220;alcohol-induced love story.&#8221;</p>
<p>And Kath is right, when you tell a story about how you met your girl, make sure you share a story that does her justice.</p>
<p>How I met one of my ex-girlfriends was a crazy story. When I was in college, and about to go to sleep, I went to the bathroom to clean up and I found her and her friend throwing up in one of the toilets. I got help and took care of her for the night. She had no idea who I was.</p>
<p>When she walked by me the next day with her friends, her friends pointed me out (because she had no idea who I was, as she couldn&#8217;t even lift her head the night before) and I made a silly face at her, subtly making fun of her. Seeing her for the first time normally, I thought she was absolutely gorgeous.</p>
<p>Later on that week, she comes back to my room and thanked me for helping out. I told her she was welcome to come down whenever she wanted and she took me up on that offer. Her birthday was the next week, so I got her a devil&#8217;s cake and to make fun of how we first met, a case of water. She thought that was hilarious.</p>
<p>We got to know each other really well just hanging out in my room and then after a couple weeks, I finally decided to take her out for milkshakes. One of the best nights of my life&#8230;.</p>
<p>The story goes on but it was very hard to tell a story like that without it making it seems like, &#8220;yeah, she was wasted when I found her and it was love at first sight.&#8221;</p>
<p>But however you meet her, make it as cheezy and as romantic as possible. I mean, isn&#8217;t that how you saw it anyway?</p>
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		<title>By: Rich</title>
		<link>http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/how-they-met/1052/#comment-19588</link>
		<dc:creator>Rich</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 18:47:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>in college love is about grabbing them and making out with them! i dont think you can look for love this soon! i agree with rey!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>in college love is about grabbing them and making out with them! i dont think you can look for love this soon! i agree with rey!</p>
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		<title>By: Kath</title>
		<link>http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/how-they-met/1052/#comment-19585</link>
		<dc:creator>Kath</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 12:19:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When people ask me how I met my boyfriend, I tell them the story of how I had a job interview with him. It was a hot day and I was nervous as hell. I remember what I wore and I remember how he was all dressed in black. He smelled really nice too. 
Then, when I got hired, we started talking to each other every day and we fell in love. While I worked at that company I never had the Monday morning blues. I was always glad to go to work because I would see him again...

So that is my version of the story. 

But when my boyfriend was asked recently, by his family, how we met, he said: &quot;Well, she applied for a job at my company. I interviewed her. And to tell you the truth, she didn&#039;t really convince me.&quot; End of story. 

I couldn&#039;t believe what I was hearing. His family were all staring at me and I felt like I would sink into the ground. 

We had a long loooong discussion after that. I was hurt. I felt smaller than I was. I never knew he wasn&#039;t &quot;convinced&quot; by me. What did that mean? Did he think I was stupid? His reply: he was only telling his family the truth. Was that so terrible? 

Well yes, for a woman it is. 

So please, guys, if you ever get asked how you and your girl met, make it a story that does her and the love you share justice. She deserves it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When people ask me how I met my boyfriend, I tell them the story of how I had a job interview with him. It was a hot day and I was nervous as hell. I remember what I wore and I remember how he was all dressed in black. He smelled really nice too.<br />
Then, when I got hired, we started talking to each other every day and we fell in love. While I worked at that company I never had the Monday morning blues. I was always glad to go to work because I would see him again&#8230;</p>
<p>So that is my version of the story. </p>
<p>But when my boyfriend was asked recently, by his family, how we met, he said: &#8220;Well, she applied for a job at my company. I interviewed her. And to tell you the truth, she didn&#8217;t really convince me.&#8221; End of story. </p>
<p>I couldn&#8217;t believe what I was hearing. His family were all staring at me and I felt like I would sink into the ground. </p>
<p>We had a long loooong discussion after that. I was hurt. I felt smaller than I was. I never knew he wasn&#8217;t &#8220;convinced&#8221; by me. What did that mean? Did he think I was stupid? His reply: he was only telling his family the truth. Was that so terrible? </p>
<p>Well yes, for a woman it is. </p>
<p>So please, guys, if you ever get asked how you and your girl met, make it a story that does her and the love you share justice. She deserves it.</p>
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		<title>By: Bertie</title>
		<link>http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/how-they-met/1052/#comment-19580</link>
		<dc:creator>Bertie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 03:01:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oddly enough, my friends would all freak out if I said I met him in town....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oddly enough, my friends would all freak out if I said I met him in town&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>By: Jenny</title>
		<link>http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/how-they-met/1052/#comment-19576</link>
		<dc:creator>Jenny</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 02:23:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is true, and for women who are especially intuitive (like me) that first impression provides more than a fairy tale.  I can feel his character from the set in his jaw, the look in his eyes, position of his head and shoulders, hands, etc.  It&#039;s instant and it&#039;s dead-on.  Even when I don&#039;t want it to be.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is true, and for women who are especially intuitive (like me) that first impression provides more than a fairy tale.  I can feel his character from the set in his jaw, the look in his eyes, position of his head and shoulders, hands, etc.  It&#8217;s instant and it&#8217;s dead-on.  Even when I don&#8217;t want it to be.</p>
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		<title>By: Khiem</title>
		<link>http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/how-they-met/1052/#comment-19575</link>
		<dc:creator>Khiem</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 23:45:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>David,

It&#039;s funny that you talk about appreciation.  I always tell my g/f what I am grateful about in our relationship and what I like about it.

By doing so, I feel like I&#039;m reinforcing the very reasons, the very behaviors that attracted me to her in the first place.  And by doing so, I think she finds even more meaning to the things she decides to do FOR me.

I think it&#039;s really about amplifying the good things, the things we like in each other, instead of just taking it for granted and forgetting why we came together in the first place.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>David,</p>
<p>It&#8217;s funny that you talk about appreciation.  I always tell my g/f what I am grateful about in our relationship and what I like about it.</p>
<p>By doing so, I feel like I&#8217;m reinforcing the very reasons, the very behaviors that attracted me to her in the first place.  And by doing so, I think she finds even more meaning to the things she decides to do FOR me.</p>
<p>I think it&#8217;s really about amplifying the good things, the things we like in each other, instead of just taking it for granted and forgetting why we came together in the first place.</p>
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		<title>By: David Wygant</title>
		<link>http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/how-they-met/1052/#comment-19574</link>
		<dc:creator>David Wygant</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 23:41:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Khiem

Everyday you need to make sure that you tell the person you are with how much you appreciate them.

You need to think about the gift that they gave you and you need to always nourish and embrace it.

Love never gets old and stale it only feels that way becuase people stop appreciating each other.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Khiem</p>
<p>Everyday you need to make sure that you tell the person you are with how much you appreciate them.</p>
<p>You need to think about the gift that they gave you and you need to always nourish and embrace it.</p>
<p>Love never gets old and stale it only feels that way becuase people stop appreciating each other.</p>
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		<title>By: Reynold</title>
		<link>http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/how-they-met/1052/#comment-19573</link>
		<dc:creator>Reynold</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 23:38:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>haha............i understand David. but im having fun with my version right now :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>haha&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;i understand David. but im having fun with my version right now <img src='http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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