Fred Rogers, said it best: “You know, I think everybody longs to be loved and longs to know that he or she is lovable. And consequently, the greatest thing we can do is to help somebody know they’re loved and capable of loving.”
That’s why this month we celebrated your love stories.
Inspired by The New York Times’ Tiny Love Stories, we asked you for your 100-word love stories about how you’ve experienced love while living in the ‘Burgh, and you all delivered. Here are a few of our favorites.
🍹 A Match Made at Bar 11 My husband and I met at Bar 11 on the South Side. We were with our respective friend groups when we collided at the bar while the bartender was spitting fire and playing the overhead drums. A few minutes later, we were dancing on the sand-covered floor and using highlighters to draw funny faces on each other. Both our phones were dead, so he memorized my number and texted me at 4am that morning to make sure we didn’t lose contact. Fast forward 10 years and we’re still together living our best lives, just with less sand and fewer highlights. — Michele G.
🤠 They say you only meet the one you are meant to be with when you are not looking, so true. I was visiting my cousin, his friend was picking him up. He pulled up in the alley in his black Trans-Am with T tops off, silk shirt, cowboy boots & jeans looking handsome. One week later we went out. 5 years later married, 41 years later I am more in love with him then the first moment we met. I always told my nieces find the man who will adore you for the rest of your life, I found mine. — Linda C.
🕺 Back in the early 80’s, big hair and all, my girlfriends and I, clueless and without expertise, built an Anything That Floats boat, Fashioned out of milk cartons, plywood, and chicken wire. It floated and we came in third! At the After Party at the hotel a handsome man said “shall we dance?” I said yes, and after the music ended we continued to dance for the next 30 years. The dance never ended and we made it all the way to Vienna. — Sue M.
💔 Pittsburgh Once
He was from Freeport. I was from Chicora. I wanted to marry him.
We met at Slippery Rock College, now University.
We were in marching band.
He was tall-blond. I was petite-brunette.
We visited Pittsburgh once.
He went to Vietnam and I stayed at Slippery Rock.
I was true to him.
He sent me the Dear Johnette letter before his return.
I kept his letters even after I married.
I threw them away a year before the divorce.
A better purpose, love of history, and one man’s journey through Nam was to
“Goodbye, Farewell and Amen”
🚃 I love Pittsburgh, because that’s where I met my wife! I was from out of town, and I met her online. I flew in to have our first date, and I was hooked… on her, AND The Burgh. She took me to the Melting Pot, on the incline and the overlook. I had to stop and pick up something from my boss in Canonsburg, and when we came through that tunnel, heading back to the Omni William Penn… the sight is breathtaking! — Adam B.