I met my boyfriend at the bar next door, a few months after moving to New York - he was a bartender there and had been for 5 years.
The first time he came over to my apartment, it was late at night and he slept over. In the morning as he was getting ready to leave, he gathered up the courage to ask, "Is this 3155 Main Street, Apartment 2?"
"Yes...why?" I said, thinking he was just trying to figure out where he was in relation to where he had to get.
"OK please don't think this is creepy or weird, but I used to live here, 12 years ago.