I was talking to Mrs. Duffy over the weekend about a similar subject. When Did You Know I Was The One?
Something like this:
Duffy: I know it was on our first date, but when, exactly, on our first date did you know I was "the one"?
Mrs. Duffy: You're funny.
Duffy: No, seriously, was there anything in particular?
Mrs. Duffy: Well, I'd have to say when I first saw you with your cousin's child. (He was about 4 at the time) I knew you'd make a good Dad and women really like that kind of thing
Duffy: Really? (I was honestly touched)
We drove in silence for a moment. I was thinking and she was waiting for me to explain exactly when I knew she was The One. I decided to torment her, of course, and say nothing.
Mrs. Duffy: Well?
Duffy: Well what?
Mrs. Duffy: *sigh* When did you know I was the one?
Duffy: Oh, that's easy. When I dropped by your apartment one Saturday and you were home alone. You said; "C'mon in, I'm just watching the (football) game." Any women who watches football of her own volition is a keeper.