Phil and I met when he moved from L'pool to Newcastle for his degree....
We absolutely hated each other for around 2 years, I though he was loud and uncouth - he thought I was a bit of a stuck up cow..... However someone told me he fancied me and I sort of quite fancied/hated him too, so lots of insults traded across the bar that he ran for several very childish weeks..
One night he was being particularly horrible and I shouted at him "are you ever going to talk nicely to me!!!" he grapped my jacket, pulled me across the bar and said quietly "the only time I will ever talk nicely to you is when we are intimate..." my knees almost went and I was like

F**king hell I really fancy this bloke....
He came round 2 nights later with a bag of weed and a bottle of wine - he never left...... that was 15 years ago and married for 10 of those
..... and I still think he's gorgeous and love him more now than I did then...