I don't remember how mine happened. Really.
It was the third day we knew each other. And we were on the phone. That much I remember.
We had a great first date two days earlier, and an extremely naughty second date the evening before. And by the end of this phone call, we had agreed to get married (guess that second date was really something, huh?).
This was totally a surprise to us both, really. I mean, she was 37 and had just bought a house. I was 33, a year divorced, and just got a great loft apartment across the street from a bar. I had plans for the wenches who frequented said bar. Neither of us had any intention of getting married. But for some reason, it just clicked, and then happened. A month later, we were in Vegas, getting married.
We just celebrated 10 great years this past August. It's worked real well. I wouldn't trade my life for anyone's.
I wish I could remember more details, but "the phone call" is about all I recall.