I met my husband for the first time at a mutual friend's wedding. He stood in, at the last minute, for the the best man and I was the bridesmaid.

A few weeks later, I was sitting on the floor in the hallway, outside my apartment, with a paint brush in my hand, taking a break from my labours. He came by to visit a friend in the adjoining apartment and out of the blue, bent over and kissed me on the forehead. That did it for me.