One of those times was back when we were dating and he was over at my apartment watching a movie with me, my roommates, and a few guy friends. We were laying shoulder to shoulder, on our backs, in front of the tv. At some point I lay my head on his shoulder and fell asleep. Later, when the show was over, and we were all getting up to leave, one of my roommates humorously pointed out that I had drooled on my guy's chest.
Sure enough, there was a nice little puddle of drool on the front of his shirt. I apologized over and over again, everyone in the room laughed, and he? He wore my drool, proudly, like it was a badge. I knew I was in love and he knew that I, literally, drooled over him. And, he kept coming around and asking me out after that! What a man! (And we later got married)!
Do you have a moment when you just knew it was love?