Second sort-of serious relationship, though I knew the first wasn’t going anywhere. (He was also in the dorm. And was glowering over us as DH and I had our first conversation.) I knew at that moment that DH was the one, though our first date was 4 months later. DH and I were not in the same social circle. We had some mutual friends but I hung with a different group. He was the guy everyone knew, sort of the charming flirt.