I vaguely knew who he was for ages, in a kind of nodding at way, but only really noticed him when I saw him on tv (can you be starstruck by someone being a complete geek on mastermind?), just kind of thought he was interesting, but then a few weeks later we met at a party and bonded over the fact we were both having terrible relationship problems at the time, and there was heavy flirting but we were both woefully drunk (drowning our sorrows) so didn't think much of it, although friends have said that they could see something significant was going on.
Over the next couple of months, our relationships completely failed (well, his was already failed, mine still had a slight bit of hope of putting up with each other in it) and we supported each other. There was plenty of very strong attraction by this point, lots of standing very close to each other, aching to tear each others clothes off, and so on :D
When we finally slept together, I knew he was different when I was reluctant to strip off due to not having shaved for a while and he laughed and said he didn't care, he fancied me, not some porn star :D
Ah, I do love him, I get so annoyed with him sometimes, but we really are in love. I can relax with him, my ex used to tell me off if I wasn't hairless, wearing a thong, push up bra and heels at all times He is so clever and funny, he is great at cooking, lovely with the kids and generally brilliant.
A lot of people thought both me and DP were gay for ages though and that we were just a cover story for each other, right up until I announced I was pregnant with DD1 actually