Great posts.
I was going with a girl who lived on the same street as my wife. This girl wanted me to meet the neighborhood flirt. At the time DW was 15. After that meeting we became fast friends, I would drop off my girlfriend and go down to DW's house and sit on the porch and talk a couple hours each night. I broke up with that girl friend a short time later and dated a couple other girls, I never considered dating DW because we were "just friends". On Labor Day weekend three of us, me, DW and a buddy, went to the fireworks. We were lying on a hill dodging the falling fireworks ashes when for some reason even unknown to me to this day, I leaned over and kissed her. Two years later and just 12 days after she turned 18, we got married. Yesterday, the 4th, was our 35th Anniversary.