I was 15, he was 21. I lied on a job application about my age and was hired at my first job. He was one of the bosses. He asked me out to a New Years Eve party and my folks said "no way". He waited a few more months and asked me to a Super Bowl party. I didn't tell my folks he was going to be there so I went. Of course my parents found out and forbade me to date him. I was a good kid and really didn't tell lies (other than to get a job of course). Anyway, I told my mom I really liked him and I didn't want to sneak behind their backs to see him. She finally relented and said he could come over for dinner. It was like a bad scene in a movie, he couldn't say anything right..honestly they hated him. I loved him though and two years later we were married. As he spoke his vows to me, he started to cry and then my parents knew he really did love me. Now we all joke about the bad start we had. They adore him and we have been married almost 23 years. Sometimes you just have to have a little faith.