Ah -- I have the best love story I've ever heard. I met my wife in 1972 when I was working in a hospital in Birmingham, England. We met the night before I flew back to the States at a party. Talked a little, danced once or twice. She was (gasp!) 16, I was 22. After I returned to the States, she asked if we could write (like Pen Pals). We wrote for five years (this was WAAAAY pre-email). At the end of the five years I called her up and asked her to marry me.
One problem -- I was a young Episcopal priest, severely underpaid with no way to get the $3,000+ it would take to fly to England, finance a wedding, have a honeymoon and return with a new bride and all of her belongings. AND in the ministry, you can't moonlight as it's a 24/7 job.
So I did the only thing I could think to do -- I went on a television game show called the $25,000 Pyramid and won $10,000. Lynn Redgrave was my partner, and my wife to be thought she had snagged a rich American. Ha!
We celebrate 35 years in six weeks.
Doug