I had known him for something like 12 years, as platonic friends.
I was living in Glasgow, and he, a Glaswegian, was living & working in London.
He came up to visit his parents over Easter, and as I was only a couple of streets away, he came round and we went for a drink and the next day we went to the Rangers match together.
That night, after the match, we met up with some mutual friends for a curry, and they were looking at us really weirdly... finally Teresa piped up with 'you two look like a great couple' and i laughed and said something like 'aye right, AS IF Neil would go out with someone like me!' and he turned to me and said 'actually i would', and i was pure shocked.
We kissed for the first time that night, and spent the rest of the week in eachother's pockets. At the end of the week when he was getting ready to go back to London, he said he felt this was his last chance to ask me to marry him, cos if he waited till the next time he saw me, I'd probably have met someone else. He confessed that he had fancied me since we first met 12 years before, but never dared to do anything about it as i was always either going out with someone else, or married to someone else!
I said 'no'... incidentally. I had already been married twice before and was NOT into the idea of doing it again.
But we ended up carrying on a Glasgow-London relationship for the next year, and everytime we saw eachother he asked me. I guess i could only say 'no' so many times, so when we were on holiday in Cornwall, i finally agreed.
It hasn't been a marriage made in heaven... not by a long stretch. But we get on, and never fight (only 1 fight in 7 years of marriage), so i guess that says something.