Here. Actually, it was precipitated by a smartass remark I’d made in {url=“http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?threadid=82062&highlight=Dave+Cartwright”]this thread.
We met IRL at BWI airport in October, 2001, got married last May, and have been deliriously happy since then. 
Robin
Broken links are what happens when Baby Doors decides a midnight snack is a good idea.
Robin
I met my wife at the gym. I was just minding my own buisness and lifting up heavy things when she came up and started talking to me. Everyone who was at the NY Dopefest will see how logical the meeting was.The rest is all history.
We met the very first day of MBA school orientation. I broke up with a BF of 2 years for him and we’ve been together ever since. We, of course, hid the relationship all throughout MBA school since we were on many of the same “teams.”
We got married on Oct. 14, 2000.
In a mutual friend’s living room.
It was a blind date, believe it or not.
In highschool. I’d just changed schools and was a stranger to everybody. My class was 28 people who had been together since kindergarten. She was a bossy freshman who wouldn’t shut up. We’ve been together 11 or 12 years, depending if you believe me or her.
Online before online was cool. 
(1991)
In a bar. Specifically, at the Enlisted Club on Naval Air Station Sigonella, Sicily. I was kind-of dating a sort-of friend of his and the kind-of, sort-of guy introduced us. Kevin (Mr. Jess) was interested, but made no move because he thought I was more involved with the kind-of, sort-of guy than I was. A few weeks later, completely coincidentally, I moved in across the street from him. I used to sunbath topless on my front balcony and, unbeknowst to me, he got many a fine show. A month or so later, we were both having parties. The party on my side of the road was fairly calm, but there were a lot of people there. The party on his side was smaller (him, his roommate, and a friend of his roommate) but considerably rowdier. They drank up an entire flat of strawberries made into Daiquiris, then 6 cans of peaches made into Daiquiris, then a can of fruit cocktail made into Daiquiris, then a can of creamed corn made into Daiquiris! With nothing left in the house to make into Daiquiris (except pickled beets and even they weren’t drunk enough to try pickled-beet Daiquiris) they went to a local restaurant for dinner. Unfathomably, his roommate decided to drive – despite obvious impairment and the fact that the restaurant was less than a mile away. When they came home, his roommate sideswiped every car in front of my house. Every single one. My car was parked down the street so it was spared, but half of my guests weren’t so lucky. Now, most of us enlisted people in Sicily at that time drove crappy cars and none of the cars was very badly damaged, so when Kevin’s roommate drunkenly apologised and promised to pay for the damage upfront, they were all delighted to accept as none of them intended to have the cars repaired and it would have been money in their pockets. Unfortunately for Kevin and his roommate, one of my guests was a member of Shore Patrol and had her radio on her. She was also a former girlfriend of Kevin’s, and like most of his former girlfriends at that time, had a serious hatred for him. She called Shore Patrol and they were there in a few minutes. A minor scuffle resulted – Kevin’s roommate was a very, VERY tough girl – and Kevin and Debbie were hauled away to the brig. As the Shore Patrol dragged him to their car, he drunkenly exclaimed to me, “I hope we can still be friends!” A week later we went on our first date, a month later we were engaged, 4 months later I was pregnant and 7 months later we were married. We’ll celebrate our 17th anniversary on February 23.
Jess (not immune to the lure of the bad boy)
Grad school for him, work for me (I was working for the college). I was going out with somebody else, but I was trying to be nice to this FOB foreign student and talk to him, include him in some activities with friends, offer him a ride, etc., etc. … eventually there was a lot of etc.
Wow. Me too. Living room, on a blind date. Went to a horrible country-music bar for a New Year’s Eve party. Date was horrible, companion was great.
On a date with his best friends brothers best friend.
At Fredonia.
Or, if you’re a Marx Bros. fan, Freedonia.
But seriously, we were both students at SUNY Fredonia. We met through mutual friends, and just hit it off. We resisted the urging of our friends, who insisted we were such a cute couple. We insisted we were just friends.
Anyway, after summer break, we realized there was more to it than just friendship, and we got engaged.
Or, as my wife likes to say, I chased her and chased her until finally, she caught me. 
[ul]I forget [/ul]
At a mixer for an organization we belong to. I’m so glad I met him. He’s the best and I’m proud to say I’ve been so happy ever since.
She’s a belly dancer I met in Las Vegas. (I love being able to say that! )
So, this one time at band camp…
No! Really! I met Sarah in the band at my university. Gotta love incomming freshwomen!