(**Greek lingo involved**) My spouse and I met at a pre-party we were not at together. I was a sorority girl, he wasn't a fraternity guy. He lived in a house off campus that was good for pre-parties. (You know, the party before the party. Also there are post-parties. Yes, really.) Now, pay attention. My "big" was his friend's sister. My big set him up with some other girl in our house for a date party. I was suppose to take her brother to said party for fun- but the brother ended up with another girl in the house for more than fun. I went to party with someone else. But, I knew I wanted to talk to him (future spouse) more. So, I called him later after the party(ies). We talked for a long time. I can't count on one hand how many days we've gone without talking since then.
Our first date was at Braum's. Very romantic. That was December 6, 1994. He told me he wanted to marry me in February of 1995. We were actually engaged with a ring in August and married May 25, 1996, two weeks after I graduated from college. It was an eventful month.
(P.S. Don't tell Mrs. Albright's mother, but I graduated in 4 years.)