She smiled at me, and I was like, “Why the hell is that type of girl smiling at me?” I was watching Star Trek: Voyager reruns on my dual monitor setup at work. She was “cheerleader hot”: size zero, tanned, practiced yoga. To say the least, she wasn’t my “type,” but I invited her out with my friend and I to see a movie. Afterward I asked her if she wanted to come over and have some spaghetti. We got back to my studio apartment, and I told her I wasn’t the type to kiss a girl first. She did. It was primal. Hot. Over and over.

—Aaron

Postscript: We were married eight months later. Our first child was born one year after that.

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At her place, we discussed some of her religious decorations, such as her fascination with Hinduism and her inordinate knowledge of religion. I had just been to a Hindu place of worship the day before and know way too much about religion. We were hooked.

—Matt

Postscript: We’ve been hooked ever since.

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I met him in college playing Super Mario Brothers with friends. He never even looked up at me. So I said “screw it.” Later that week, I went out to a club, where I ended up running back into “Mario.” (I never knew his name). It turns out he had noticed me and wanted to know everything about me. We left the club together and watched a late-night movie. That night I fell asleep wrapped in his arms.

— Princess Peach

Postscript: What I didn’t know that night was that four years later we would be married with two kids!

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And after a lovely evening together I woke up in the morning to find her in front of me with a plate and a fork and a knife and an omelette. It was the first time I had ever gotten breakfast in bed. And after that moment I realized that I was in love.

—Joey

Postscript: Eight months and dandy!

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A friend handed me a water bottle full of vodka, and I proceeded to wash the whole thing down within 20 minutes in front of new friends and a new crush. Predictably, I ended up vomiting in the hallway, the stairwell, and outside underneath a tree. My new crush held my hair back, and in the morning I woke up tucked into his bed while he slept on the floor.

—Bwynn

Postscript: We dated for 2 years, he turned out to be a bit too sensitive. And whiny.

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It was that eerily quiet time of night just before dawn. We were lying next to each other, just talking. I had no desire to go to bed.

—Dan

Postscript: I’ve since tried to maintain a better sleep schedule.

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I was watching TV. He was next to me, doing his own thing and not really paying attention to the show. I laughed at something funny, and he looked at me and smiled back at me.

—Stacy

Postscript: It’s been five years, and I’ve watched way too much TV next to him.

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