My dad's parents met in a bar. He lived in the U.S. She came over here to try to find her father, who jumped ship and went AWOL from the Belgian Navy. Her visa was about to expire, which meant she would have to return to Belgium soon, and she was crying over a beer in the bar. She wanted to stay in the U.S. and keep looking for her father. So, my grandpa told her "What the hell, I'll marry ya so you can stay."
It was a match made in heaven...
They were married almost 50 years and had six children. My grandmother never did find her father. Nobody knows what happened to him.