In the mid-90s, I took my bored then-girlfriend to the local University library computer lab and introduced her to MUDs. When they shut off the building lights late that night I had to pry her away from the computer terminal. (Neither of us were students, so getting caught there after closing might not have been good.) A few years later, I would play up to 16 hours straight with a lady who lived 1000 miles away (and…
I, too, met my now-wife on a MUD back in the mid 90s. It's a great story to tell, especially now in the age of Match.com and the like. "How did you know she wasn't some 300lb neck-beard named Jerry?" "I didn't. But Jerry would have had to be one hell of an actor." We clocked in a lot of hours in that place before I packed my life up and drove 2500 miles to be together.
My own story is similar, though it wasn't a MUD. I think it's pretty beautiful to fall in love with someone via a text-based view of their personality. In the world of Match and OKCupid I love to just tell people "we met online", mainly because it annoys my fiancee.