How I met DP:
It was my first night in my new uni town, 250 miles away from home. I got drunk and separated from my peer guide and group and wandered merrily around the SU chatting to different people. Finally, I sat down next to DP and his cousin who were locals from the next town over, got talking to them and then realised that I didn't have a clue where I was or how to get back to my Halls. DP very kindl offered to walk me home and, en route, kissed me in such a way that made me realise that all the kissing I had done before was nothing 
it was the most amazing kiss I had ever experienced.
He missed the train home and stayed in my room in my bed, although all we did was talk and kiss. My mother went mental when I told her what had happened, because he could have been a raving axe murderer. Instead, he is the love of my life. As a teenager, I used to daydream about a boyfriend that I would have one day, and DP just was him. Most days it's like I dreamt him alive when he isn't using the hairdryer to warm himself
We moved in together, officially, 11 months later. In reality, he spent every night wih me in halls before I moved in to his mothers for a month while we house hunted.
We are engaged now, technically, and have been since January, five and a half years after meeting.
No dc, although two mcs last year.
I was 18 when I met him, he was 21. We moved in together at 19 and 22 and will (hopefully) be married before I'm 25 but after he is 27 we feel so oooold