re: How long did it take you to know your spouse was marriage material? Study says 172 days

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My husband went home & told his mom after our first date (we were 15/16) that he could see himself marrying me. She laughed at him.

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This sounds pretty similar to our situation. He says he knew almost immediately at age 16.

I knew he was different from the outset, and even though we broke up two or three times over the years, I always wanted him around and we always stayed friends. (Much to the chagrin of whomever else we dated.)

Married 32 years now. His mom finally decided I was right for him about 20 years in.

I’m pretty sure my wife is still on the fence, understandably of course.

And we have three knuckleheads.

Within a month or two.

Still remember the day I told my parents I was going to marry her.

Been together 20 years.

Met my wife at a party in college… that night I told some of my friends I was going to marry that girl.. .…I was a married student.. still married 47 years later..

My father met my mother at a mutual friends party while he was on leave in the Air Force.. proposed to her in a letter.. she said yes..she got on a plane and left New York City to fly to Waco .. nun had to be a witness.. married until they both died a few months apart while in their 80s..

6 months seems a little long if you’re talking about people in there early/mid 20s. I knew after our first date that I could see myself marrying her - wasn’t a huge believer in the “you’ll know when you’ve met the right person” until that moment.

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for a person to decide if the person they are dating is marriage material.

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Folks don’t realize that at the time this decision is being made things are the absolute best they’ll ever be.

All down hill from this point. Enjoy it while you can and don’t be afraid to punt.

I met my wife at 16, and I knew within a month I wanted to marry her.

My sophomore year in college I walked into the cafeteria and saw a girl I’d grown up with and worked my high school years for her father. She was a freshman and she introduced me to her roommate.

I honestly looked at her roommate and thought to myself I would one day marry her. Had our first date that week and have not looked back for 54 years.

She got me in trouble with the Prof in French class by copping my translation of a passage from Baudelaire or some such leaving me hanging on the subsequent passage I was a little shaky on.

He ranted on and on in high gay dudgeon trying to embarrass me with my ineptitude and lack of idiomatic fluency.

I threatened her with violence if she ever did shite like that again and then asked her to coffee at the Union.

I knew before the third cup. Nearly fifty years ago.