The answer is, you get a lame post like this while I fold clothes:
I want to know how you all met your spouse.
See? Quick and painless. Now back to the whites...
Oh, and as for me, we met at a restaurant. I was a waitress, he was my boss. We didn't date then, though. We were both in other relationships then. But we ran into each other about 4 or 5 months after I stopped working there. I had just gotten back in town from a semester abroad and went to my storage unit to get some stuff. He coincidentally had a storage unit in the same building. We passed each other, me driving out, him driving in. Then we stopped our cars, looked out the windows at each other, and....the rest, as they say, is history!