I did. When I met my husband we were 16/17 and my plan was to move to France, have loads of lovers and write overwrought novels (bless teenage me!) Then my now husband started at my school. He walked across the quad to start his first ever lesson in the same class as me and I instantly knew "I have to marry him" - and I was really mad about it because I didn't at all want to get married although dark, rugged, mysterious males are definitely my type. And he felt the same (although in his case it was following me upstairs to the classroom and admiring my bum that sealed the deal) and here we are in the third decade of marriage, still occasionally mad about it but mostly very happy.