At the pub - I came there for an interview, he was working behind the bar there already. He poured me a sneaky drink (much to my friend who'd set up the interview's disapproval), we chatted and there was a definite frisson... but I was seeing someone else and so nothing happened.
Apparently he went home and told his sister that he'd met this wonderful person .
Three months later, both still working in the pub, I'd split up with the someone else (never base a relationship upon a shared love of U2 and Blackadder - it can only go so far) and he followed me all around the pub family room one Saturday, recleaning ashtrays, mustering up the courage to ask me out...
I was 21, he was 22. We've been together 22 years this November, married for 18 this August.