I met my husband in a cinema. He used a bad pickup line and was 45 minutes late for our first date. 33 years later we are still married.

  • When we first met, my now-husband used a horrible pick-up line that made my friends laugh out loud.
  • He was 45 minutes late for our first date, which lasted 15 minutes because I had to run to class.

I was in grad school in Washington, DC, working full time with very little money and even less free time. I was studying for an exam but accepted a last-minute invitation to the cinema to get out of my muggy apartment after the air conditioner broke.

We were dropped off at the entrance, my friends and I queued to buy tickets while our patient friend and chauffeur sped off to make our way through the parking lot jungle.

To this day, I maintain that my friends and I were fixated on the door, but only because we were waiting for our last friend. My husband, on the other hand, insists that I followed him with my eyes the moment he walked in.

I noticed him and told my team that he was “handsome” and “just my type.” They noted that he seemed to make a point of strutting back and forth in front of us with no apparent purpose, just to be seen.

His pickup line was so bad

Our last friend sped into the lobby and we stormed into the theater just as the lights were dimming.

Next thing we knew, my future husband was strutting up to us — supposedly on his way out to buy popcorn — and asking me if I knew him as I stared at him. My friends burst out laughing, horrified at what they believed to be one of the worst pick-up lines of all time.

After some hesitation – and spurred on by my friends – I joined him at the food stand.

At this point the narrative becomes fuzzy. My husband insists I pulled out a business card and told him to “call me right away.” In my memory he wanted to have a drink after the film, but I was reluctant to go back to my studies.

In any case, the connection was established. When my friends went home that night, they called him “movie guy” and said, “Hey, wouldn’t it be fun if you ended up dating this guy?”

He was late for our first date

Our first date was exactly a week later and lasted 15 minutes.

My husband was stuck in the DC standstill and was 45 minutes late. Wondering if I was in the right place — that was before cell phones — and ordered a drink while I waited.

I was paying my bill and got up to leave when I saw him coming towards me.

“I have to go to class,” I said when he profusely apologized for being late. He ended up driving me to class as a reward, and we made tentative arrangements to try again.

After a few false starts, we finally met over dinner at a diving pizzeria and continued to build from there.

My husband impressed me with his ability to talk to anyone about any subject at any time. I noted with appreciation that he could cook, was good with a tool kit, and was kind to strangers.

My husband respected my intelligence and drive and was fascinated by my ability to remember random details. I ignored his lack of rhythm on the dance floor and he acted like he liked the microwaved cheese sticks I served him on an early date.

When he proposed at the cinema two years after we picked us up, he wore the same outfit as the night we met as a romantic gesture. And 33 years later we are still together.

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