The spontaneous Vegas proposal thread reminded me that I love hearing stories about how people met. Waaay more than I love proposal stories.
So, I'll go first?
The first time I saw DH, it was my first week of university and he was hypnotized on stage. Ha! Flashforward a year and a half and I started "noticing" him at campus events. I had this persistent, unreasonable feeling that I was possibly going to marry him. We still hadn't actually met and I literally knew nothing about him other than what he looked like! I knew in my head that I was being a crazy person.
About a week after noticing him at every campus event I attended, I was offered a position as a resident assistant in his building and we became colleagues. The very first thing he said was (minorly) insulting and I thought, "Oh, well. I guess he's a jerk, so never mind. I'm not interested."
Except that by the end of our training week I realized I was legitimately deeply, madly in love with him.
Edited to remove excessive sappiness.
Then happy I, that love and am
beloved
Where I may not remove nor be removed.
--William Shakespeare (Sonnet 25)