I was a junior in college and taking Calculus II. Math had never been hard for me until Cal II. I struggled. Luckily there was a guy in my class who I studied with who seemed to know his stuff. About half way through the semester he mentioned that the reason he knew what he was doing was because his roommate was a math major and that I should know who he is because he we were all in the same institute class together. I found out later the math major had noticed me in class, but I had never noticed him. Oops.
The next time we were in class, my math friend introduced me to the math major. I use introduced lightly. Basically the math friend talked to me after institute about math and the math major waited for him. I remember walking back to the college and the math major was talking about how much torque it would take for Superman to stop the rotation of the earth. He was (is) a true math nerd.
About a week later I saw the math major in the lab building and I stopped him in the hallway. I told him that he probably didn't remember me, but I knew his roommate and I needed help in Cal II in a bad way. He agreed to tutor me.
We started meeting at the library in the evenings. Mostly it started out with me being frustrated about not understanding the class. I specifically recall arguing about Fibonacci's sequence. In my mind it didn't make any sense. He stuck with me anyway. For Thanksgiving I was headed out of state to visit the guy I had been dating. I told him this and he seemed not to care. But I cared.
The trip to visit the boyfriend didn't go well. Not only because I was now interested in someone else, but because I figured out we both had "in charge" personalities that clashed a lot. He kept talking about marriage and I wasn't ready. (Turns out I just wasn't ready to marry him.) That weekend ended the relationship and I headed home.
After Thanksgiving I started looking for more reasons to see the math major. I would try to be in places I knew he would be. Once or twice I even waited outside the tutoring center where he worked with a lame excuse I was waiting for someone else. Even if he did think I was stalking him, he kept tutoring me.
Wanting an another excuse to see him, I invited his roommate (the math friend) and him to the First Presidency Christmas Devotional in SLC. They both agreed to go, the roommate went grudgingly because he has a final the next day. That was it for me. I knew I wanted to at least be dating this guy.
Later that week, he was helping me prepare for my Cal II final and I suggested that we go get some ice cream because my brain was done. He suggested dinner instead, so that's what we did. We talked for hours and enjoyed some yummy Mexican food at a small local restaurant. When he went to pay, the lady said his card wouldn't work, so I ended up paying. (We found out later when his credit card bill came that it had worked. We both paid for the first date.)
After this, we were together all the time. He went home to visit his family for Christmas, about 45 minutes away, and I drove over after Christmas in a huge blizzard to pick him up and bring him back. That is a huge deal for me. I don't drive in snow, ever, if it can be avoided.
Eight year later and it is still the best decision I have ever made. My math major tutor became my hubby, my eternal math tutor.