Near misses...

Recently separated, I was introduced to a man a friend thought I might get on with. It turned out we got on very well – In the late ‘70’s he lived in the house across the street from my childhood home whilst at university; his best friend was my best friend’s brother; in the ‘80’s his band played at a friend of mine’s wedding; in the ‘90’s his first wife was my first hypnotherapy client; in the ‘00’s we both holidayed at a tiny campsite in France during the same week in 2004 – he saw me and sat next to me whilst I read my book (and studiously ignored him, he reports); his brother was in a small babysitting circle I set up; More recently, I offered a couple at his synagogue my parents’ house to stay in when their house burnt down and he remembers asking about me at the time thinking he should meet me; we both frequent the same market stall and are on first name terms with the owner who regularly slips us both free veg… it’s almost as if Fate has been throwing us in to each other’s path again and again and again over the years and it took until 2010 when our mutual friend finally introduced us for us to take notice. We've been together since then.