We weren't quite that fast, but close. We met in my parent's living room, while I was home getting my car fixed. DH was returning a projector screen that he had borrowed and my mom invited him in for tea.
We had a conversation, and learning what line of work I was in, asked if I would be interested in speaking to a young mom's group at his church (he was the pastor). I said sure, and we left that he would check with the leadership and get back to me.
2 weeks later, he called at my office to arrange a business lunch. we went on that saturday, never talked business and arranged to see the sights, (he was new in town) the following Saturday.
We spent 15 hours together that day, and then next morning, I knew he was the one God had planned for me.
2 Saturdays later, he took me for walk through a lovely conservation area, and got really quite, then said that he had something he needed to talk to me about. I was sure that we were done, and that he had decided not to find out where we were going with this relationship.
To the contrary, he pulled out a book of poetry, and under a beautiful weeping willow, beside a mill pond with geese, and ducks and their babies, he read Christopher Marlowe's "a shepherd to his love" It starts, "come live with me and be my love, and I shall all thy pleasures prove".
We were married 5 1/2 months later. He too had talked to my dad, who's only advice was not to propose publicly. We had the first line of the poem engaged on our rings, mine "be my love", and his "I'll be your love".
We celebrate 15 years this fall.