I went to a wedding with my then gf. I was on call that weekend so did not drink but she had a few too many. I helped her in the passenger seat, i shut the door and get in the drivers seat. She says to me drunkenly, “You know what? We’re going to get married. I knew you were the one since you first spoke to me. Okay?”. I said okay. Then we talked about my nice shoulders. This was like our 6th date. The next time I talked to her, I hinted around if she remembered the car ride home. Did I complain about my job? Oh I’m so sorry, it must have bored you. My shoulders and I did marry her about 2 years later.