Hilarious How We Met Stories Novels & Stories

“Wait, it has to be at a concert. I went to concerts a lot back then.” “You are focusing on places where people gather together. We didn't meet in places like that.” “Really?” I asked. “Where did we meet then?” There was no way I would be able to guess right if the place didn’t have a gathering. “We met at a footwear store.” I blinked twice in disbelief. “Are you for real right now? Of all places, we met at a footwear store?” He laughed at my reaction. “Does it sound that depressing?” I shook my head and brushed my hair backwards. “No, it doesn't sound depressing at all. It is just that, I was hoping we met somewhere more fun, and a footwear store isn't."

This was the guy that proposed on the anniversary of our meeting in the same spot where we got ‘pongoed,’ as Makayla likes to call it. It still makes me laugh when I think back on how we met. It wasn’t so funny at the time, but in hindsight, I can laugh. I also can’t watch 101 Dalmatians without laughing and thinking of that day in Central Park when my life changed for the better. By chance, Fate, or just the divine intervention of Zeus, I ended up with this incredible man who is hot, great in bed, and so damn sweet.

, he said again. Laura swallowed hard. "How did you two meet?", his aunt asked. "Well she -" "I'm talking to her Danger, let her talk ", his aunt said. I lost my voice. I cleared my throat, I'm fucked. Oh God we didn't talk about this earlier. "Actually uhm, we met the day I lost my job, it was at a club and uhm, I had uhhh, very bad day I guess and he was, he was there for me to comfort me and... yeahh that's how we met", I said.

I can't for the life of me remember what they were talking about because I didn't tune into their conversation, but I smiled and nodded and then shook my head. "What are you talking about?" I ask before I agree on something I'm not meant to agree on. Like if killing someone is funny, knowing Nate, it's close to something he'd say. "Nate here was telling me about how you both met" I raised a brow at him at this. Met? He looked away so I know he must have contorted an entirely ridiculous story that must involve me embarrassing myself. "And what did he tell you? I'm curious to know how we met too" she thinks this is funny because she laughed out loud and started to relay the story Nate must hav

he warned, I rolled my eyes. “yeah, if it wasn’t for you two, we wouldn’t be gathered in this beautiful night” dad said, looking at us, “you didn’t tell us how did you two meet though” Hector said, everyone were looking at us, I gulped, feeling nervous, how come we didn’t think of this before? Harris looked at me then looked back at them. “We met on a ski trip” Harris said confidently, I gasped, we’re screwed!! My mom will find out he’s laying because…

, Charlotte winked at her. "So , you wanted to say something.", She was looking at me. "Yeah , I guess we need to decide on the story we going to narrate to people regarding this 'how-we-met' thing." , I told her with a straight face. "So have you thought of something?" "Uhh bumped into each other at a cafe and hit it off ?" I asked. "What about , met at your office while I went to deliver the file , got acquainted and you know .. a bit less cliché ." , She suggested.

"A year" Damn ,two replies both different at the same time He smirked hearing our answers, just great.he must have understood I lied, Congratulations Ella,the roles have been reversed. Now he won't let me off the hook easily "Humiliation" my friend here I come ... "Okayyyy,so where did you first met" "Work" "At park" Why god,why you took U-turn I can't take this anymore "I m done" "What's so hurry miss Summers. well I guess this explains everything. you guys are couple goals,wow,so nice to meet you!" Saying that he started laughing.

I smirked and leaned forward. "Let's get to the point." I rested my elbow on the table. "We need to come up with a story. How we met, how we fell in love.” She crossed her arms and her lips twisted in a mocking smile. “And what kind of story do you have in mind?” “We met outside a cafe.” I began. “Became friends and” “Boring,” she interrupted. “Let’s say you saved me from an accident and took care of me. That’s how we fell in love.”

“Thank you for agreeing to this interview.” We nodded and settled in, and the woman set up her audio recorder. “Let’s start with something simple,” she said, pulling out her notebook. “How did you two first meet?” This was easy enough. We’d rehearsed our story—a chance encounter at a party, a magical night spent dancing under the stars. We even vaguely mentioned a beautiful first time making love that night, just to sell the story about the unexpected but very happy accident that was my pregnancy.

I eye the sour look on his face as he spoke of his past relationship so I changed the topic to the time we met at Alonzo’s birthday party. “I’m curious, how did you two meet?” He asks. My smile tightens uncomfortably because I can’t start telling him that I was literally kidnapped and forced into marrying him but I’ve never been happier. “We met when I was a stripper.” I blurt out and it was kind off true though. His almost spits out his food. “You left such an important detail!” I laugh loudly at his shocked face but nod. “Yeah….I used to be a stripper.” He nods as he wipes his lips. “So what do you do know?”