Darren and I met at a college party after being introduced by mutual friends. Darren's first reaction was not to ask me out; it was to try to set me up with someone else. Luckily, Darren quickly realized that he had made a terrible mistake. The next semester, Darren suddenly became very committed to attending his early morning class. Coincidentally, it happened to be at the exact same time I was leaving mine. He made sure we "accidentally" crossed paths as often as possible. Sometimes I would even say hi, which apparently was enough encouragement to keep the plan going. Later that semester, I asked one of my friends about Darren. When my friend told him, he was ecstatic; he thought I had shown interest first, and he spent the next several years believing that. Never mind that the same friend had already told me Darren had been asking about me first. Years later, I finally broke the news to him: I had known the whole time he was the one who was interested first. Needless to say, he was devastated. Still, he persevered, and years and years and YEARS later (10, to be exact) he asked me to marry him.