For my hubby and I it was love at first "BITE"
we met at a church camp. He was playing softball and said I could sit in his chair. when he came back from running the bases, he told me to get out of the chair. I refused stating he said I could sit there. So he stuck his finger in my face and told me to get out again. In my family sticking your finger in somones face is considered a threat. My natural self-defensive action was to bite, and that is what I did. 4 hours later at the evening meeting he still had bite marks on his finger.
Some other stuff happened that week, and I ended up spending the last 1 1/2 days of camp with him. After I got home (I lived in ND, he in FL, the camp is in WI.) I figured I would never hear from him again. For some strange reason he kept calling me and we started dating in August, got engaged in November, and married in January. (It was middle of June when we had met.)
Now we joke around that next time I bite his finger we're going to have a kid. So when he sticks his finger in my face, I just simply tell him "we're not ready for kids yet."
So yeah, marry the first girl to bite your finger. lol!