From our Classic Archives, originally published September/October 2003 issue

I went to a brewery after work with a few of my girlfriends. We were sitting at the bar chatting about work when a complete idiot starting handing me one-liners, one after the other. It became clear after a while that he refused to acknowledge my disinterest. I finally got fed up and turned my back on him, letting out a huge sigh.

A male voice on my left said, “Some guys will try anything to talk to a pretty woman.” I looked at him and laughed, and we started talking. The other guy finally got the message and left. At first, we talked about all the stupid one-liners we knew about, and then we started talking about other things. Before long, I realized that I had enjoyed talking with Jonathan for nearly two hours. My girlfriends had already left, but Jonathan and I kept talking and talking. When I said I had to leave, he asked me for my number and if I’d like to go out to dinner. I said, “Yes,” and then he stood up to walk me to my car.

It was only then that I realized he wasn’t as tall as the 6-foot-plus guys I usually went for. He was just a few inches taller than my 5’ 9” frame. It may seem petty, but the idea of his height bothered me a little, and I almost talked myself out of dating him. I’m glad good sense took over. After a few dates, I discovered that his big heart and wonderful personality outshone any perceived height deficiencies.

We’re married now and have a beautiful baby. And I get to tell everyone when asked that I met my husband in a bar!

—Cindy, California

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