I love the story of how we met. Technically we met once at a party before this, but I didn't notice him so I don't think that counts. The better one is when I called him an asshole. Seriously. I was on my second semester at a new school (I'd gone to community college for my first couple of years) and didn't know too many people still. I was also in a new dorm due to a horrible roommate situation and only sort of knew one guy down on the first floor, but that was about it in my building. I was participating in one of the school's recreational sports leagues and had played a game earlier in the evening against this team of absolute jerks. My team was not very athletic, and we knew it, but we were playing for fun. They were obviously playing to crush others. So I'm in my friend's room with about five guys (most of whom I'd just met) and going on and on about what douchebags this other team was. I finally realized that most of the guys were snickering at me and I found out it was because, "Uh, he's on that team." (The sport required helmets with face masks, so I hadn't seen his face during play.) He gave me a sheepish little wave and nod and I looked right at him, smiled real big, and said, "Asshole." He laughed, then he made me laugh for the rest of the evening. We were pretty much inseparable by the end of the week.
Oh, and the friend whose room we met in? One of our groomsmen. :)
As for frugality, we both had pretty frugal tendencies when we met, but of course we each had blind spots about our spending. When we decided to move off campus together was when we really kicked it up. First we moved into a big house with 9 people, which didn't work out due to personality conflicts. Then we moved into a dry (no running water) cabin for the winter and had to spend most of it pinching pennies any way possible to stay afloat on our pathetic student salaries and still pay for heat. We talked about getting married, someday, before we moved in together but I think it slowly dawned on both of us that if we could make it through that winter (think of using an outhouse when it's -40 or colder!) with our senses of humor intact and not have thought even once of killing the other person, we could do anything together.
However, I will add this: my mom always told me to marry a man who makes me laugh and that's exactly what I did. So while his frugality helps a lot, it's not why I married him. The fact that he can always make me laugh is far, far more important to me. I could work on a less-than-ideal money situation, but a lack of laughter in my life would kill me.