I met Chris (DH) at the whopping age of 18. I was a college freshman and he was a sophmore (all of 20!).

More neat then the way I met him was the events leading up to it. I was dating a guy named Dan, who after 2 or 3 successful dates, simply vanished on me. I finally cornered him and he told me that "God told him not to date me." Needless to say, at 18 I was devistated. That is the ultimate dump line, right there.

I went in to class the next day and I saw Chris sitting in the hallway talking to a guy I knew from my class. As soon as Chris walked away, I ran over to the mutual friend and asked for the details on who that guy was. The mutual friend set us up on our first date and we just clicked. We've been together 8.5 years and married for 5.

So Dan was right, I wasn't supposed to date him.