Fanny, it's a bit of a long story, it always is with me!.
When I was eighteen and at university I got a job in a social club. My mother didn't approve of me going to university, so I had to fund it myself.
My husband's father used to come in to the club with his friends, there were about twenty of them in the group, who played dominoes and put the world to rights.
They kind of took me under their wing and were always very kind to me, as I was rather shy at the beginning and would blush at all the banter.
However, my husband always managed to get in the last word very unusual for me and I got more and more infuriated with him. (I still do). I loved the conversations, he was so witty, but pretented to be quite ingenuous.
He would tease me about being at university and being so much smarter than him, behaving as if he knew nothing about university life. I had no idea what his job was.
Roll on two years later and I was head barmaid and more than able to deal with all the carry on. My FIL and his cronies used to wait for me to lock up and set the alarm and would walk me along the road. They were very protective, but my MIL thought my FIL was walking the barmaid home! A bit of a misunderstanding to say the least. 
In the end, my FIL became like a father to me.
Then one day, I saw him on his way home from work, wearing a suit and I thought WOW! I had never really paid any attention to how my husband looked. It was his brain I was interested in!
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I had never seen anyone so handsome and I remember thinking, "I'm going to marry you, whatever it takes
I realised that I actually enjoyed all the sparring with him and trying to get the better of him.
For six months I pined for him. I used to see him at the bus stop on my way to uni, he was on his way to work. I always played it very cool, as did he. I had eventually given up on him, when he asked me out. I said No!, as I was going to a joint birthday party and couldn't let my friend down.
He got off the same train my friend and I were catching to go to the party and my friend could see why I was in love! At least he knew I really was going out with a friend.
I did accept the second invitation and we went out for the first time on 19th November 1975. It was a beautiful, frosty starry night and I knew then he really was the one. ?
Shame it was downhill after that! ?
In the end, on our first date, I found out that he had been playing me along. He had attended the same university and was doing another degree at night, as well as his job in local government. That's why he wasn't always about. I do like brainy men!
He later told me he had been trying to pluck up courage for months to ask me out, but someone else had told him that they were going to ask me out, so he stood back! I sound like a hussy, I was not!
We were married only six weeks, before I ended up in ICU for six weeks. He has stuck by me through all the ill health that has plagued my life, he got much more than he bargained for. I would be lost without him. (Don't tell him that, he has turned into a grumpy old man, but he is my grumpy old man!)