Love it, Bananas. The longer story is we actually met at a rave of dubious legality, where we talked and fancied each other but for some reason I thought he lived in a different town (he didn't) so didn't get his number. Then we met there again about 4 months later and did exchange numbers, went on a few dates (our first was watching the Christoper Nolan film, 'Insomnia', in Camden) - when we first met in daylight I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed his amazing eye colour, so I fancied him even more.
After a few dates, he apologised to me and said he was looking for something more serious as he wanted to settle down and he didn't think I was the person for that (I know in retrospect this meant 'My mum wouldn't approve of you and I'm not sure I can face the aggro right now'), but I just knew he didn't mean it the moment it came out of his mouth and indeed he called me more frequently after that! We became an item after my 25th birthday party, where he threw up down my bathroom door and I had to tuck him into bed.
He wasn't revoltingly drunk or anything, I think there was just a bug going round as I'd actually thrown up before the party started or I'd touched a drop!
Coming up on 11th wedding anniversary this year, about 16 years of being together.