So I dropped her off at her parents house (she was in her mid-twenties), gave her a goodnight kiss (no tongue) I drove to my apartment saying to myself “Yup! We’re getting married. Yup! She knows. Very surprising since I was always so scared of marrying the wrong person and screwing up several lives. We moved in together (much to her father’s consternation after five months, got engaged three months later and married nine months after that. Still going strong after two sets of fraternal twins