He's my DH and we're going to have our 10 year V.R. next year.
It was in 1996. I was in my last year of law school at Indiana University. I got invited to a house party thrown by a classmate. I wasn't planning on going because I don't drink and I thought it would just be another night of watching my friends get wasted. But then I got told that there would be a polka band playing at the party (I think for kitsch value). I was excited because I actually learned how to polka at my all-girls high school in Chicago.
MEANWHILE, on the other side of town. My DH was in med school and getting a visit from his high school best friend (Matt), whose brother (John) happened to attend law school. While they were making their plans for the night, John told DH about a law school party that was having a band at their house. They presumed it was a rock band. Both of us were given just the right information to get us there that night. If he had known it was a polka band he wouldn't have come, if I had thought it was a rock band, I wouldn't have come.
We actually had that moment when our eyes met across a crowded room. But it was because we were the only brown people at the party.

Later that night Matt started hitting on me. But then he said, "You should meet my friend Mesh, he's Indian too. His parents are from Kerala." I was shocked because that's the state that my parents are from too, and it's a really small state that speaks a separate language from the rest of India. I had never met another Keralite in Indiana. I met Mesh and found out he grew up in northwest Indiana, outside of Chicago. We compared notes to see if we knew anyone in common. It was an okay conversation. Matt (as wingman) memorized my number and left Mesh a note that said he should call me because I was hot. Once again, if Matt wasn't such a great memorizer, Mesh would have never thought of finding my number.
He called a couple of days later and we had an absolutely fantastic conversation. We met up a couple of days later and had a great first date. Two weeks later he asked me to be his girlfriend and I said no because I was dating 2 other guys at the time and didn't want to commit. Four weeks later I realized that he was THE ONE

. The one I wanted to marry, have babies with, and change the diapers of in our old age. I broke up with the other guys and "went steady" for the first time in my life (he hates when I say that)

. But he's the only one I've ever "been with", and ever will be with and that makes me ecstatically happy each day. It's been 6 1/2 years since our last fight, and we're just so compatible and considerate that I can't even imagine having another one.
We got married a year and a half after we met. We had huge Catholic/Hindu weddings with an "intimate" lunch reception for 350 and a dinner reception for 750. Not my idea of a good time. Our vow renewal will be with our 3 kids and the 12 members of our immediate family. Now THAT's what I consider a good time!