So hubby and I met in college (look at us sporting our alumni gear), at a bar. I know, how cliche is that? He gave me some cheesy line, "What's a pretty girl like you dancing alone?" and I feel for it hook line and sinker. I thought he was being jerky like all the other college boys I'd met so far (sophomore trolling the bars for freshman meat). I told him he was a pretty mama's boy, he told me he would never marry a Catholic girl. We were totally teasing each other and just having fun. At the end of the night he walked me to my dorm (not unusual), kissed me (not unusual--oh dear now I look easy), and then he asked me on a date........What?! THAT was unusual. Where was the "so what bar are you going to next week", or "what is your phone number", with no intention of calling? I thought to myself, this guy is different than I was used to. I respected him right then and there and the rest is history.
Of course when our kids ask, we say we met at the library.