A co-worker was dating a guy that she seemed very ambivalent about. Hanging out with her, I met him. The first time we met, he told his mother that he was going to marry me (didn't tell me though!) At the time, I was with 1st husband. Then I caught him cheating and kicked him to the curb. Meanwhile this guy and I would see each other periodically with my co-worker friend. I didn't think she treated him well. I liked him, but thought of him more as a brother. Fast forward, she broke up with him for another guy, and we started hanging out together, but no real dates or anything. Then, two things happened. One, he was showing me some of his karate moves, and I took an accidental roundhouse kick to the head. I made him take me out to dinner after that, AND a natural disaster strikes. Mount St. Helens blows. We're in WA, in a town that got buried in ash. He came over to my apartment to "check on me" and basically never left - just kept bringing more stuff over until it became "our" place. We laugh about it now, and say that the radio/tv warnings all said to stay where you were, and we never heard it say he could go home. :-) That was in May of 1980. We got married two years later. He was the best thing that ever happened to me, and still is. I still think he is the nicest person I've ever met.