My wife and I have been married for working on eight years. We have kind of a funny story. I'd just gotten out of a relationship with an eighteen year old girl (I was twenty-five) and had made two firm decisions: 1) no gfs under 21, and 2) no more gfs until I finished college (about another year, maybe two, at that point).
So you know where this is going.
About two weeks after that, I was in a class on stock investment, by far the youngest person in the room. Then my future wife walks in the room. My first thought was, "Wow, cute girl." My next thought was, "Why is someone my age here?" She never
once looked at me (ask me how I know that!), but I decided as soon as the meeting was over to introduce myself . . . so much for decision number two.
Problem was that as soon as the class dismissed, she beat it out the door. Ah well, maybe she'd show up next week, right? I was talking to some other class participants for a bit when a friend called me over to her. I saw the cute girl standing next to her. She said that she wanted to introduce the two of us. She literally said, "So, Gretchen, Chris. Chris, Gretchen. Bye." And walked off. We both laughed and started talking. My first question to her was why someone else my age was there--oh, and how old was she. Answer: 18! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!
But what the heck, she's too cute. Right? (So much for firm decision number 1.)
We went to lunch, spent about two hours out. I got her number and told her I'd see her next week for lunch again. We were not able to get lunch the next week, but I did call her on the way home that day, and from that day forward there has literally not been a day we haven't talked. We started officially dating about a month after we met. I asked her to marry me on our six month "anniversary." That's another funny story, but long. Short version is that she had given me a deadline to propose by (yes, that's the kind of woman she is). I was putting money away without her knowing it, so she was getting actually pretty frustrated, thinking I wouldn't have any money to get a ring by the deadline! So on our six month, she had NO CLUE I was going to do it. When I got on my knee and proposed, she burst into tears and kept saying, "What . . . but how . . . I . . . huh . . . but you . . ." Until finally a guy walked by and yelled, "SAY YES ALREADY!"
She did.
When we got married, right about about thirteen months from the day we met, she was a few days out from turning twenty.
Last funny note, back to the first day we met. When I actually met her and shook hands (the "Gretchen, Chris. Chris, Gretchen," introduction, I was thinking to myself,
I wonder if I'm talking to my future wife--STOP IT CHRIS WHAT ARE YOU THINKING YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THIS GIRL?!?!?!). And as far as how we met? Turns out she got out of class in a hurry because she thought I was cute and was nervous. She asked my friend in the parking lot who I was, and she said, "Oh, that's Chris. Do you want me to introduce you two?" and grabbed her and dragged her inside.
So yeah, fun times all around.