I did it the nerdy way...
...yes, I asked the future-Mrs-RWN out via email.

We'd been introduced by a mutual friend who worked in the same office as her, and met for the first time at a pub in the earthly paradise that is Slough. In a bid to impress and woo her I proceeded to get falling-down drunk, threw a traffic cone at a passing police car, talked incoherently in French and threatened to drown her pet cat.

In spite of the above performance, I was encouraged to contact her so, not having phone number but able to guess her email address (since I knew where she worked), sent her a long-winded email that concluded with an offhand '...and maybe you'd like to go out for a drink sometime?'.

Having secured her phone number, I then even failed to call her at the appointed time -- I mistakenly rang her work number and assumed that she wasn't in when in fact she was waiting for my call at home, it being the evening.

Quite why she ever agreed to go out with me -- and in due course, agree to be my wife -- remains something of a mystery to this day: she claims my arrogance, foolishness and general incompetence was somehow endearing. I'd say that it was my sheer animal magnetism that swung it, but frankly that'd be a blatant lie given that I have all the charisma of a dead stoat.
( reallywittyname veraciously conspues lexiphanicism on, Fri 29 Aug 2008, 13:02, Reply)