12 years ago (or thereabouts), I was asked on a date by a friend of mine. Date. Ok, no, it was coffee. A coffee date. He wanted to go get coffee. At the time I didn't know that he didn't even drink coffee. But I said yes, even though I was worried about being his rebound girl.
He distracted me from calculus that quarter, more than once. Of course, I was trying to take an 8 am class. What the hell was I thinking? But I didn't make it to some of those classes because this beautiful man with the laughing brown eyes was more than a distraction. I think one of our second or third 'hanging out alone' kinds of things was me deciding that I'd stay awake all night to make my class the next morning, and him keeping me company.
Just as you'd suspect, we both fell asleep. I woke up before he did and turned around on the couch to look at him. He was snoring lightly, with his mouth open, and had one of those dead to the world asleep looks on his face.
And I knew then. Totally knew. That I'd look back on that day and realize it was the moment I fell in love with him.
Happy Anniversary Darling Man. You rock my world every day that you're in it.