i met my husband about 15 years ago. he moved from scotland to pittsburgh to be with a woman who was an acquaintance of mine. i met him the first night he got here! and we became good friends and co-workers. we were neighbors, too, and he'd always bring, like, a homemade tart full of homegrown gooseberries to my parties.
i was always really impressed that he seemed to keep his word much more thoroughly than most everyone else i knew. like, if he said, "you'd love this album, i'll burn you a copy," sure enough, next time you'd see him, he'd have a CD for you.
anyway their marriage wasn't great, and they got divorced, and i pounced, and he pounced back. :D
i feel bad that he was in such an unhappy relationship for such a long time ... but grateful, too, because otherwise i'd never have met him!