::brings guns on discussion in other thread over, works action on shotgun, and looks around ::
Many of you are planning on making a joke now about Hal. We’ve PLAYED OUT THAT JOKE. It is NO LONGER FUNNY. Behave!
Tough call.
I struck up a conversation with her first, and while we were talking, her friend asked me if I was married. I displayed my ring-unadorned hand and she said, “Oh, E---- isn’t married either. You two should go out.”
But I didn’t elevate things beyond casual conversation because I was convinced she was way too young for me. (She had braces then and was – still is – someone who looks much younger than her age.) So while she was only six years younger than my mid-thirties self, I thought she was just a remarkably poised college student or recent grad, and so I kept telling myself, “Stop thinking evil thoughts, lecherous cradle-robber!”
Then she contrived to mention that she was six when Hurricane David hit the Dominican Republic, and I quickly did the math and went “Yahoo!” to myself.
I did kiss her first.
But after we were married, she admitted that she could tell I was worried about her age and dropped that line deliberately to say how old she was without blatantly saying how old she was…
Angua 
Had she not done the “my friend fancies you” thing between me and Crusoe, we might never have got together. Now we’re married.
Curses!
Oh, and in Mrs. R’s and my relationship, I was the aggressor (although I’m normally pretty shy). Married 23 years now.
Yeah, that whole deal was pretty funny - I was getting post-mortems from multiple parties, from across the Pond, and I’d never even met half the people involved.
He did, although he’ll say it was me. It was absolutely him.
I did.
My alter ego made the first move. We were at a Halloween party. I went as Scarlett O’hara and he came as Rambo. Sitting there in my hoop skirt, I opined very loudly that, alas, chivarly was dead since not one gentleman had offered to refill my drink. He took the hint and asked me if I’d like another drink. Screwdriver, if you must know.
Before too long, I was completely snookered because every time my glass was empty, he’d hop up and fetch me another one.
He’s been refilling my empty glass ever since.
P.S. It took me about a decade before I was able to smell orange juice again without getting ill.
I did, and it nearly didn’t work anyway! You see, we’d been seeing each other at various gatherings held by an organization we belong to and I liked talking to him. When I realized I didn’t want to go a month without talking to him again, I gave him my phone number. When he got home, he called his sister and asked what it meant. She told him it meant I wanted him to ask me out, but he didn’t believe her, so he asked his brother-in-law the same question and got the same answer. He got the idea.
Ha, me. He was the center on the gribbler’s flag football team (any Green Gribbler’s out there? If so you know us!!). I had the hots for him. Then he ref’d one of my volleyball games. I reached up and pulled his beard and he followed me out of the gym. Been together 36 years now, 32 married, w00t111!!
I did. We met playing a MMO, and had been talking and flirting for weeks. During one bout of banter, I asked, “Are you flirting with me?”, though the answer was obviously yes. He didn’t deny it.
When we finally got together in person, I was the one who initiated hand-holding and some other stuff. 
It’s a good thing I did, because he’s another one of those can’t-identify-an-interested-female types. I’m normally not aggressive like that.
Heh, my husband was usually very shy and clueless. He was the one to ask me out and hold my hand, though. He says it was the one time in his life when he was smooth.
Me, without a doubt. We met at a friend’s birthday party, and after I had to leave early all of her friends teased her that I was interested in her.
She had an impression that all Americans were players :o and kept blowing off all my approaches while we dated as friends for two months before jumping in by almost living together, then getting engaged less than two months after that.
What can I say? As I tell everyone, when you find a jewel, you’d be stupid to let it go.
I made the first, second, third and fourth moves for sure. 
Poor guy - I still don’t think he knows what hit him and we’ve been together now for 5 years!
He thought I was making moves on him, but I wasn’t. Due to his erroneous perception, he made moves on me, which after I got over my shock I did respond to.
So both of us, or neither.
A friend of mine once had a girl back into his car because she wanted to meet him. He loved that Corvette; it did not go well after that.
DesertWife, definitely. She asked outright if we could be more than just friends. You see, she was married at the time, and said, “I knew you were so straight-laced, I had to be the one to ask,” which was true enough. After some serious questioning – she was one of my massage clients and I wanted to be sure she wasn’t letting a sensual touch leak over to the erotic – and assurance that it wasn’t cheating in the strictest sense (her husband knew about her intentions, if not exactly giving a seal of approval) I said yes. Some three months later, husband had second thoughts and said, “Him or me.” She picked me.
Gah! Between this and the asexual woman thread I’ve started, you’re finding out all my deepest secrets.
Thank you. I’ve been in sort of the opposite situation… several guys thinking I was much younger than my real age and running for the hills when they found out I was closer to 28 than to 18. I knew there had to be guys like you out there but it’s nice to have confirmation!
Marriedbro did the first move, and the second, and the third… his now-wife’s friends had been referring to him as her BF for about four months by the time that she finally did!
Ha! Yeah, that was hillarious! I felt like I was back in high school again… Except with more alcohol. And I look prettier now…
In my last relationship, I’m not sure who did, but one of us certainly did…
Um. My mom. She introduced us. Then, of course, he asked for my phone number before I left.
He did.
Via a very sweet, absurd TEXT MESSAGE of all things. “So…I think we like each other so I hear…I think if I don’t say anything about it, you won’t either…sorry this is so lame of me…”
Later he claims that I was just “really hot” and he was intimidated and very nervous, because he doesn’t normally try for the “hot girl.”
We’d been doing the “we’re friends!” thing for months, which wasn’t untrue, but wasn’t the whole truth either. Both in denial, both in limbo…
And then he does his dorky sweet text message. And the next day he gives me a “casual” kiss on the cheek…which evolved.