Wow. Such great stories. Mine isn't as sweeping and romantic as some on this thread, but I'll tell it anyway.
I met my husband online 8 or 9 years ago, when the internet was still new and AOL was just getting into the game. We met in a movie game chat room and he asked if I would marry him the first time we talked. I thought he was a dork but we kept chatting and made plans to meet after almost a year, then I chickened out because my friends and family were calling me crazy. Another year passed and I finally went through with flying halfway across the county because I would never be able to live with the regret if I didn't at least try.
I'm from small towns and small airports, so I flew into JFK and assumed he would meet me at the gate. I waited around for a half hour or so looking at everyone, thinking they were all looking at me suspiciously. I was slowly coming to the conclusion that he ditched me and here I was stuck in a big city with no idea what to do. Then an airport employee came to the gate calling a name that sounded almost like mine (pronounced very strange) and she informed me that people without tickets couldn't enter the terminal. DOH! So she guided me to baggage claim. We went down the escalator and I was frantically looking around, didn't spot him. Then I looked up and on the balcony above my man was looking down at us, with the biggest, goofiest smile ever. It was a fantastic, magical weekend. I experienced so many new things (the subway! Thai food! Bob Dylan!) and I was hooked. A few more meetings and he left everyone and everything to move to a small town with me. We married two years later and are celebrating our fifth anniversary this May.
I love him more every day, and I know he feels the same about me. I don't know if there were fireworks, but I can definitely say that I was completely comfortable around him from the beginning. He is the only man that I have not felt embarrassed or ashamed around. I know that he loves me no matter how dorky I am, and sometimes because of how dorky I am. And now there are fireworks when we get that rare moment alone with no kids and no obligations. I can't wait to come home to him. I love the way he smells, I love who we are together, and I love that we have retained our individual tastes while working towards the same goals in life. I can't wait to retire so I can have him all to myself.