Geek and I met twice, both times in engineering classes taught by inept morons.
The first time I was attached to someone else, so we just hung out during and after class (best thing alphabetical seating has ever done for me.) Our first conversation started 5 minuted in on the first day when I groan and and said "I hate Windows, but I'm glad it's not Mac." It went from there. because of the way our classes broke down, we both had to kill half an hour after graphics let out. I ate more breakfast that semester than I had since elementary school, because of Geek.
The second time was during a "Sadistics" (stats) class. I sat next to him because he was the only person I recognized even remotely. We got to talking again, most of it involved just how much we just wanted out of school and how [university] was ass raping us for football money. Class started and ended. We hung out some more after class. In the next month, we spent the majority of the time we were not sleeping or in class with each other. One night I ended up getting violently ill and he insisted on coming over to make a soup I could keep down. I didn't have the energy or the desire to fight him, and he made soup. Then we sat and watched movies (no, seriously, he somehow fixed my stomach with half a bowl of soup. I wish I could claim some low intentions, but I was sick and then I wasn't.) We ended up making out while Robin Williams talked about "BING, chickens done." Around midnight, and neither of us remember if it was before or after midnight, we come up for air and water. Before I could even run it through my mental filters, I hear myself say "I guess we're dating now, huh?" and Geek say "Looks like it. Now, where were we?" We joke that we slept together our first night (I refused to let him drive home exhausted and he refused to leave me until he knew I was well, and for some reason, him sleeping on the couch never crossed our minds.)