We were next door neighbors at our apartment complex. He thought I was 19 (I was 25), and that my roommate was my mother (also 25). I thought he was the maintenance man (and I stand by that). We've had many good laughs over it. We officially met for the first time in front of our respective apartment doors. I'd had no idea we had a neighbor in that apartment at that time, let alone a cute one. I panicked and stared like a deer in headlights. He, after several long moments of awkward silence, so eloquently said, "Uh... hi?!" I remember saying hi back... what I do NOT remember is running back down the stairs I had just came up. A few weeks and several long conversations in the parking lot later, we were leaving sticky notes on each others' doors. After realizing how cliche that was, I gave him my number... and the rest, as they say, is history.