I had recently turned 20 and was at a club in the city with a friend. I was getting ready to go upstairs to the sitting down bar area, and I turned around to say something to my friend, and I saw my now husband. Something in my brain said, 'You have to meet this guy'. I've never been too forward, overly promiscuous or anything like that, but I did my best to get his attention in a subtle way. He smiled at me, and I smiled at him. We started making out. I actually ended up going home with him (after my friend took a photo of his ID, so if I disappeared, they had his details). The next day, I kept saying I better go get the train home, but he kept telling me to stay, and he would drive me home. He did end up driving me the hour and a bit home. We met the next two weekends. At week three he said he loved me and I said it back. That was 12 years ago now. When we met, neither of us was looking for a relationship, we were happy being single. looking for a relationship, we were happy being single.