OK, I’ll tell the whole story that I hinted at in the other thread.
We’d been together about 9 months, and I think we pretty much both had it in our minds that we weren’t about to let each other go. He’d started thinking about proposing, but then apparently I went through a phase where I was grumpy a lot, and he was afraid of getting a grouchy “No!” (Mind, he’d removed himself from the dating pool at age 32 after too many dating disappointments, and then I showed up. Go figure.) At the time we were living about 40 miles apart, and I was on his route to work, so he would often stop by on his way there and/or back.
Then his car broke down, and he didn’t get to work, or to come and see me, for about four days, while his car was being fixed. We talked on the phone, of course, but apparently he also spent a lot of time just sitting around his house by himself, getting flashbacks to when he’d been really alone. And that steeled his nerves or something.
So on his first night back to work, of course he stopped in to see me, and we had a joyous reunion . . . ahem, in bed . . . and in the afterglow, or rather the middleglow, we were talking about what a pain that we lived so far apart, and then he got into the “it would be so much easier if we just lived together . . . so we could get married or something . . .” And I said something like, “Yeah, we could do that.”
Pretty blah. But at least he was on his knees . . . sort of. 
We had to wait until after I got out of school, so I wouldn’t lose any financial aid because of his income. So we moved in together and started making tentative wedding plans. I graduated and got my first Real Job. I’d been there all of one week when I started wondering why we were waiting (probably another year yet) to get married just for the sake of a big party.
So when he got home from work that day, I said, “We should get married.” He looked at me funny and said, “Well, yeah, I thought that was the plan.” I said, “No, I mean why are we waiting? I’m out of school and have a job, we’re living together . . . Let’s just do it, as soon as we can throw something together.”
That was fine with him, and 6 weeks later we got married at the courthouse, with our closest family and friends as guests. It would have been 2 weeks sooner, but someone had a previous commitment and couldn’t make it.
So:
Met spring 1988
Couple summer 1988
Engaged spring 1989
Married summer 1990
Not bad considering one of us never pictured herself finding a spouse, and the other having tried and removed himself from consideration.