We Met First Time Novels & Stories

My deep condolences if anyone of the two men dies today. "So, where do you two meet?" Tim asked as he took a bite of the dish severd in his plate. "In a bar." "Dating app" me and Aiden said at same time. We both glanced at each other and I gulped down the food in my throat by watching Tim looking at us suspiciously. I need to cover it up. Fast! "Actually we met through a dating app at first we just met each other once and next I saw him at a bar on our staff gathering so we kind of clicked I guess." I laughed shyly not wanting to let him suspect anything. And it worked.

Bastard! “Miss Rossier.” The man said casually as he was smiling from ear to ear. “Have we met before?” I asked, wondering how he’d known how to address me. Seriously, who the hell is this guy? “Of course, Miss Rossier!” He exclaimed, responding to my question without any further explanation. “What the?” I blurted out, unaware of who the heck this guy was. If he’s one of those guys out there pulling up pranks with every person they happen to meet while messing up, then this doesn’t count. I’m out!

Ellis asks as she places our plates next to us and I pause for a second before digging into the meal. I’m trying to think of what to tell them, anything that won’t sound insane because when I think of it, there is nothing to tell. “Nothing,” “Uhm… you’re going to have to give us more than nothing because I was there when you guys met for the first time and he looked smitten, now I didn’t know him quite well before as I do now, but I knew he wasn’t the type that would get attracted to a girl and not want to bed her that same day, it was different for you.” She says and I swear I would rather have them talk about anything else rather than this topic. It was never that much of a big deal. I hav

“Do you remember the first time we met each other…..” Maya cut me off before I could finish my sentence. “It was at the spa. We met each other at the spa.” She exclaimed as we walked through the entrance of the building. “Yeah,” I responded with a chuckle. “That was what I wanted to say.” Every day, I was grateful that I decided to visit the spa on that day. I couldn’t even imagine my life without Maya in it anymore. She was a blessing to me. “I’m glad I ran into you.” She said with a playful nudge. “You’re a cool person to be around.” She added and I shrugged.

That her mother is stood outside in a frenzy over almost losing her. I just ramble about everything. I keep talking so she can hear my voice. I'm not fucking losing her again! "I remember the first time I met you baby girl.. I was sat in Chino's- you know, Alberto's cafe.. Doing my usual morning routine, coffee, a bagel and my newspaper when in you walked.. Such grace. Such a spirit that I was mesmerised. I can't believe I didn't work it out then and there what you were to me.

“What’s gotten into you?” Like I could divulge that bit of information. The night I met Milo for the first time was at the club. I was up on the podium laying down some wicked beats when I glanced down and saw him. I had no idea who he was at the time. He was new to me. And looked so damned good. Who was this guy? And how could I meet him?

I glanced at it briefly, my eyes welling up as I stared at the screen. September 21, 2014. The day Enzo and I first met at one of the beaches in La Union. September 21, 2015. Our first anniversary. We never became a couple, so there’s no "monthsary," but I still keep that day in my mind—the day we first met. "I’ll visit you this Sunday, Enzo. I promise," I whispered to myself. A huge space in my heart will always be reserved for him, but I need to close it now and open it again for someone else, just like he wanted for me.

It was one of the reasons we got along so well. The first time Kasym and I met was when I was 8. It was during one of those boring family conventions, ones where each clan gathered to insult and throw their successes in each other's face. I had been outside, on the hunting grounds with the other men when he had walked up to me.

Though we hardly married for five years, but the photo reminded me of how we fell in love for the first time. I could recall very well how I met Jim for the first time. I was from my evening classes in the afternoon when we accidentally bumped on each other. I had seen Jim before many a times as a neighbor but a little thought of being close to each other had never occurred to me. Even this time when we met at this narrow pathway, I knew that it was just an ordinary encounter. But I was wrong in my own judgement.

“Then tell me… what am I supposed to do?” “If you really want to see me,” I said after a long pause, my voice steady, “go and get that burial plot I told you to buy. We’ll meet there one last time.” The day we agreed to meet, the sky was dark with clouds. The burial plot Isaac had purchased was located on the outskirts of the city. The surroundings were peaceful, lined with tall pine trees swaying gently in the wind. This was the only respect I could give the child who never had the chance to come into this world.