I met my husband at a bar. It was a happy hour at a nice club in a downtown corporate area. I may be the only one who met a quality guy at a bar, lol.

But, we certainly developed our share of problems.

The beginning of our relationship was really great, though. We clicked at first sight, started dating, all was good.

It doesn't matter where you meet. You could meet the girl of your dreams in line at the post office.

Once I was at a restaurant having lunch with my mom, and a guy who was there at another table by himself, followed us out as we left and said he was taken with me and asked me out. He seemed like a nice guy, so I saw him again. We dated several times, but I didn't think he was right for me. But still, I dated a stranger I met at a restaurant.