I met Matt at a party at the corner of Ninth and Ivinson during our early college days. I was on a date with one of his friends (and by on a date I mean I was acting as a DD for some drunk punk who let another guy spill an entire glass of beer on me. I should probably mention I was in a bad mood by the time I met Matt). I was wet, smelly, and sulking in the corner of a room (which Matt thought made me look mysterious and sexy). He came and started talking with me. I asked him about his silver cross and we shared our testimonies. He tried a line on me ("So, if I were to look you up in the phone book, what name would I look under?" To which I replied, "I'm unlisted"--and I really was, "but I'd be happy to give you my number if you'd like it.)
When he picked me up for our first date his hair was yellow (a frosting accident. This is why he stopped frosting his hair tips--thank goodness!). We watched the Matrix and talked forever. Our second date we never really "met up" because we didn't get off the phone ... for EIGHT hours.
And he'll LOVE that I admit this but I initiated the first smooch!
One day you'll have to tell your children all about how you met their daddy--where, when, first dates ... Practice now.
Where did you meet your husband? Where were you? What did you do on your first date? Who initiated the first kiss?