My sophomore year (his junior year) of high school, we shared a Modern European History class. He likes to say that I sat behind him, poked him with my pencil, wrote a novel during class (true!), and still got a higher grade than him, which ticked him off mightily. But he still had the same girlfriend. So although he was cute, he was off-limits.
My mother-in-law tells a story that at some point during this year, we were all at a Scouting event. She saw me look at someone and just get this look of determination and lust on my face, and she apparently thought to herself, "Wow, whoever she's looking at had better watch out." Then she figured out I was looking at her son. I don't remember this at all.
Toward the end of the summer before my junior year, Jon comes round one day just to hang out, because we're all friends. It was a really good day of talking with him, me, and my brother. At some point during the day, he let slips that he and his girlfriend had broken up. I'm like, "Oh, really, I'm sorry. What happened?" All casual and concerned. A few minutes later I go to get a drink from the kitchen and seriously do the happy dance. I mean, I really did it. He was available! Yeah!
The evening after the first football game of the year (we were both in the band), we're playing D&D with a friend and my brother. It was a small room, so we end up tangled all over each other, completely casually. And then like a switch, it turns into something else, and it's like there's electricity running around the room. I've got my leg bent, he casually puts his hand on my knee, just "resting" it there. I casually move my hand up my leg and then we're holding hands. When he takes me and my brother home that night, we end up kissing and when I say goodbye, I mouth "I love you," terrifying myself, but he says he doesn't remember me saying that.
A week or so later, he asks me, "So are you just having fun, or do you think this is love?" I tell him I think it's love.
We've been together 15 years and one week. We've been married almost nine years. When you get it right the first time, why bother with anything else?
-Sarah F.