My current boyfriend and I do not have a glamorous story…but here goes:
I went to a small gathering at an on-campus apartment, they were some of my roommate’s friends. I remember first walking into the bedroom where he was; he was standing up, and I had to crane my neck to see his head (he’s 6’6’’) and I remember thinking “Damn, he’s really tall…. and really cute.” About 8 of us started playing Kings in the bedroom, and he seemed very funny. After the game, I was pretty drunk, and I overheard him and a couple of the guys talking about going to smoke (weed). I’m not an avid pot-smoker, but I hadn’t smoked all year at this point so I jumped into the conversation. We exchanged numbers on the pretense of smoking together sometime. We started small-talking; him and the guys were going out for a cigarette and he invited me to come. He slyly took my hand as we walked down the hallway. When we got back upstairs, just the 2 of us were talking and holding hands on the bed and we realized we were both Internet-nerds, which I was pleased about. We eventually had to part ways but texted each other ever since. We kept up texting for days, and I enjoyed his wit/humor a lot. I invited him over a few times to watch Arrested Development and after a bunch of casual hang-outs, he asked me out on a date. (Which was very cute in itself… he woke up early to bring me fruit before my 8AM class, and said, “Well, you can’t just have this for nothing, I need something in return….you have to come out with me on Friday.”)
After our date, he came back to my dorm and we kissed for the first time, he slept over, and we’ve been inseparable ever since :D Talking to him at the party was a lucky gamble, because we’re quite compatible.