I love these stories!
Mine's a little long.
I've known my DH since he was little - he played little league ball with my little brother (he's 5 years younger than me). I never paid any attention to him, obviously because he was so much younger (however he claims he always thought I was pretty and he knew my truck when he heard it coming). I moved back home for my first job after college and we happened to run into each other at a mutual friend's home on St. Patrick's Day 2006. I was 23 and he was 18. We both admit we felt a connection after talking a bunch and discovering how much we had in common, but were concerned about the age difference. He was still in High School, so that was a little weird for me and he figured I'd never give him a chance. For the next couple of months nothing really happened. Then, May 27, 2006 (the day after he graduated HS), we were both working at Fire Dept's tractor pull. He started flirting with me. It went something like this:
I said some smart comment to him.
Mike (from his tractor seat): "Don't make me come down there and kick your butt!"
Me: "You love me, you wouldn't do that!"
Mike: "Yeah, but you don't love me!"
Me: "Hey, I give you hugs!"
Mike: "Yeah, but I never got a kiss!"
Me: "Well, you never asked for one!"
Mike: "Ok, I want one - tonight!"
We ended up talking most of the night after the tractor pull was over, but he didn't get his kiss. He did ask me out and our first date was the next night - another tractor pull!
He asked me to marry him on February 17th, 2007, we were married June 28, 2008 (2 years and 1 month after our first date).