All thanks to copious amounts of vodka and quantro and a tricky lock
We first hooked up at one of his parties. My friend got wasted, locked herself in the bathroom and couldn't get out again. After about half an hour of this on either side of the door:

Me: Unlock the door.
Her:I want to come out, let me out!
Me: You have to unlock the door first. No, let go of the handle.
Her: I don't like it, Apple, let me ouuuuuut.
Me: Listen to me, unlock the door and you can come out. No, turn off the shower!

She stopped answering, everyone was dying for a piss, so the lock had to be broken off.

Five minutes later, I'm sat on the kitchen floor, upset that I let my mate lock herself in the bathroom as I'd been looking after her, and he comes and sits by me, angry at the fate of his bathroom door.

One thing lead to another, and about an hour later I woke up on the kitchen floor as after our intensive make-out session, we'd both fallen asleep (well it was four in the morning)and wandered off to find a bed that was more forgiving on my spine. The next morning, he avoided the issue, and though we kept meeting up for more make out sessions, it was about three weeks before the actual asking occurred.

I was at his one night, and someone rang him up. He put the phone down pretty quickly. "Who was that?" I asked.
"Oh just some girl. She wants me" He joked.
"O Rly? Well she can't have you." I joked back
"Am I yours then?"
"Yep"
"Does that mean your interested in a serious relationship now?" Suddenly all serious. I looked at him, unsure. "Yeah, that was my super-cool way of asking you out."

Much making out ensued.

Length? About four months, which is an immense achievement for me.
(Applebite Uh! A cow!, Thu 28 Aug 2008, 21:03, Reply)