Short answer: Work (sorry). I was a hostess in a restaurant and my husband came into eat with his 'family' (really the family of one of his cousins).
Expanded: My last semester of college was spent living in Mexico doing a research project. I had been back for about 6 months when I had this hostess position. My husband and his family came in to eat and as soon as he walked thru the door I was immediately drawn to him. I just knew he was something special. A little later, I went into the bathroom and some of the women were there. They all looked Mexican (and where I live there are very very few Mexicans, almost none!, especially 10 years ago)and so I asked them if they were from Mexico. The mother explained that they all lived here for a very long time, but that her 'nephew' had only been here a year. I suggested that he could come talk to me as I hadn't spoken my spanish since i'd been back. After he ate, he did indeed come over and talk to me. Got my number, called later for a date.
The interesting part: is that I wasn't supposed to work that day. I had several jobs and Sun. was supposed to be my day off from them all. But it was Mothers Day and they thought we'd be busy. We weren't. Since my mom had died a few months prior to that... Yes, it was a very hard to decision to have gone to Mexico in the first place, but my mom InsisteD I go. She waited till I got back before dying... and I didn't have plans I went in to work. My husband on the other hand, didn't want to go out to eat. He had been out drinking the night before and wanted to sleep. But his 'aunt' insisted he get up and go with them. It was, after all, Mothers Day and she was sort-of mother-like to him at that time. Neither of us planned or even wanted to be there.
I like to think that somehow my mom arranged the whole thing. Sappy and perhaps not true, but I think of him as my last gift from my mom. Jeanne