This story was originally published on Feb. 12, 2008.
By Kari Hulac
Caption:Click here to view image: BEST OVERALL: Richard Pollock and Renae Wilber look at photos of themselves in their old high school yearbook in Wilber s
San Ramon living room. They had a crush on each other in third grade in Alaska but just recently got together as a couple.
(JAY SOLMONSON Staff)
EVERYONE REMEMBERS the moment they found love.
While fairy tales like to tell that story in terms of starry eyes and tweeting birdies, we learned from our readers that real life doesn't quite work that way.
In the more than 70 stories submitted to our How We Met contest, it was clear that Cupid's arrow strikes in the oddest of places. And it definitely takes its own sweet time — sometimes decades — to work its magic.
Here are some of the best stories we received:
'Third Grade Crush'
By Renae D. Wilber,San Ramon
Quietly, I closed and locked my bedroom door and sat on the edge of my bed with the white eyelet bedspread. Staring into his eyes on the black and white class picture, I kissed his face, somehow thinking this would bring him to life in front of me. We were in the third grade in Alaska, and Richard was my first crush.
As I walked past his desk, I felt the slightest tug on my hair, which was so long that I would boast that I could sit on it if I tilted my head back far enough. I looked back, and there sat Richard with a mischievous grin on his face.
My heart skipped a beat. It was then that I first noticed him. As the school year droned on with Mrs. Sheet's lectures on double negatives and how humidity formed, my attention continued to be on only one subject; Richard.
One afternoon as I was preparing to go to a birthday party there was a knock on the front door. There he stood in front of me with his striking dark hair, asking if I could go on a picnic. "I can't," I said with disappointment. "I'm going to a birthday party."
Giddily, I watched him ride away on his bicycle.
My crush grew to be quite big for a little girl and remained into the next year, even though Richard had moved away. I thought about him constantly.
During the fourth grade, Donny Osmond hit the charts with "Puppy Love," and I held onto the lyrics, knowing that at least Donny understood that this was more than just a crush. Inevitably, Richard became a part of my past. To my surprise we both attended the same populated high school but exchanged only smiles on the rare occasion that our eyes met in the halls. Just before graduation in 1979 I mustered the courage to ask him to sign my yearbook.
"To my sweet girlfriend in third grade, I loved you so much back then, I still do now...," he wrote, and he was gone.
But a year ago I received an e-mail. "I don't know if you remember me..." it began. Within moments I was replying, confessing all the things I wanted him to know years before, that I had been crazy about him; that as a child I kissed his picture and even had a song for him. He told me that he had made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches the day he asked me on the picnic.
By a twist of fate we had both left Alaska and were living in the Bay Area only miles apart. Only this time, we could build on where we left off, so many years before, with destiny and true love finally in our favor.
'Buns'By Jon Rego,Clayton
I was in Safeway shopping for my barbecue, and I happened to see this very attractive woman checker and saw how friendly she was to all her customers. I decided to get into her line. While checking out my groceries, she looked at my hamburger and hot dog buns, smiled, and started ringing everything up, asking if I was having a party. She was easy to talk to and that seemed like an "opening" to me, and so in one brave moment I asked her out.Anne very politely told me that she didn't date her customers. She hinted that maybe after she had seen me and spoken with me six or seven times, she might reconsider. So I left the store, came back in, picked up some non-essential items, and got in her line again and again and again. After doing this about five times, she laughed and told me that I was very creative and that I might get a "chance" to see her socially. Well, as they say, the rest is history.So now when people ask how we met, I simply tell them, "We met one day while she was checking out my buns!" It always gets a laugh and sometimes I'll even explain that they were only hamburger and hot dog buns!This April 2nd will be our 31st anniversary, and I still enjoy her checking out my buns, even though they may not be as "firm" as they used to be.
'Costco Man'
By Patricia Cruz, Pleasanton
I was a 35-year-old single professional woman. I had been divorced for eight years and feeling I would be single forever. I had been dating but hadn't yet met anyone I made a connection with who shared my love for children and sports. My wish was to meet a man with two boys.After many evenings alone and with my office mates prodding, I decided to try an Internet dating service. One morning I was about to initiate the online dating process when I got cold feet. Instead of signing up I decided to head to Costco in Livermore to get my shopping done.As I buzzed through the aisles, negotiating other shoppers eating their way through the store, I turned a corner only to have a near head-on collision with another cart.The man behind the cart smiled and laughed. I, on the other hand, must have had a distressed look on my face as the man with the electric smile said, "You thought I was going to ram into you!" I replied, "Yes I did, and now I will be scarred for life, living in fear whenever I go shopping."He chuckled and retorted, "Only when you are bulk shopping." We laughed and exchanged banter for a few moments and went our separate ways.I had never believed in love at first sight and rolled my eyes when people said it happened to them, but there was something about this man. I plodded on with my shopping, thinking about this unique guy and feeling I would see him again someday.As I was leaving the store, a deep voice from behind me asked if I was stalking him. It was him. We chatted outside the store for a few minutes and exchanged numbers. It was during this conversation he mentioned he was a recently divorced father of two boys living in Pleasanton and was rushing to get his shopping done so he could go golfing. My heart jumped as he asked me to give him a call.As I was loading my car he pulled up alongside and asked if I would join him on his round of golf. I accepted and rushed home to unload my groceries and grab my clubs.Not wanting the day to end, after the round of golf, we went to lunch and then a movie. It was as if we had known each other for years.My family has always referred to him as the "Costco Man." We were married a year and half later and memorialized our first date by creating wedding invitations made out of golf balls. We have been happily married for five years and enjoy taking our boys golfing and to a multitude of other sporting events. To this day my mother asks me to take my sister to Costco so she can meet a nice man.