I met my husband when I was 14 and he was 16. He was the bass player in my older brothers garage band. I don't remember saying this but my mom swears I did. She claims that after I met Chris I went to her and said "I just met the man that I am going to marry." He became my standard and so I would go out with other people but I was always drawn back to Chris.
Needless to say, my brother Dave wasn't thrilled with the idea of his sister and one of his friends becoming an item so he approached both of us individually and made his case for why we shouldn't date each other. To me, it was that he didn't want the chance that Chris and I would break up to force him to choose between a friend and a sister. To Chris, it was pretty much a protective and somewhat condescending order. He didn't think that Chris was good enough for me.
Thankfully, Dave started going out with one of my friends when I was 19. I figured that this was a double standard based off of the request that he made and I honored for all those years and decided to go for it. Unfortunately, the timing sucked and Chris was in a relationship. I decided I had already waited 5 years, I could wait a bit longer.
A couple months after Chris broke up with his then current flame, we started dating. Within a month, he asked me to marry him. We had a long engagement and ended up getting married in April 2007. I was 22. Chris, being an April baby, had just turned 25.
I must say, even though it took awhile to get to this point, it has definitely been worth the wait.