Serendipity, 333's, and a friendship rekindled

This is all true! In 2004, I was having lunch in Southwest London with Rosie, a young American woman, whom I'd met (briefly) the previous year when I was living in Canada. We'd met fleetingly, at a coffee shop in Vancouver, and bumped into each other again a few days later, (at which point we swapped email addresses). Given she lived in the US, I doubted that I’d ever meet her again. Unexpectedly, Rosie got in touch to inform me she was visiting London, so we arranged to meet. During our friendly reunion, our conversation turned to serendipity .... I had recently begun a relationship with a woman I had met, by chance, at Waterloo train station. During this journey, it was clear there a mutual 'interest'. Still, ‘carriage courage’ deserted me and as she alighted the train I resigned to the fact our paths may not cross. Fortunately, my 'expired' ticket, purchased hours earlier, failed to get me through the barrier and I was forced to turn to join the queue to speak to the guard: she was, much to my pleasure, also in the queue, and conversation began. So – I was relaying my good fortune to Rosie, and enthused about a DVD I had enjoyed a few months earlier, ‘Sliding Doors’, where the crux of the film is based, in a roundabout way, on serendipity: the two main characters initially meet on a train. It’s important to note that, perhaps not unusually for me, I could not remember the name of said film, but that the film has several significant scenes filmed on a train and it was worth checking out. As we talked, Rosie and I walked towards the town’s cinema to buy tickets for a Michael Moore movie that was showing later that afternoon that we were both keen to see (Fahrenheit 911, if I recall). Outside the cinema, I suddenly remembered the name of the film – ‘Sliding Doors’ and told Rosie. At that VERY instance, the film’s LEAD, John Hannah, walked right past us, pushing a pram up Richmond Hill, and looking at us as if to say, "are you going to ask for my autograph, or what?". It's worth noting that my relationship with said "train" girl, ended some months later. I lost touch with her, but recently bumped into her, at the same station, Waterloo, literally yards away from where we initially met some years earlier. Additionally, and an entirely separate note ... I’d like to add that a number of coincidences in my life have involved the number 33, or 333. Anyone else had experience of this? And ... lastly ... I acquainted myself with a South African friend, Gary, in 2000, that I used to drink with at a bar in the Pacific Northwest. He moved to California on a work contract, and despite the burgeoning trend and convenience of email, we lost touch. I returned to the UK, always wandered what happened to Gary. He was a good sort and we got on famously, so it was sad that we had both, evidently, lost each other's email addresses. 4 years later, I was a stone's throw away from aforementioned Cinema (Richmond on Thames, to be precise) and, for some reason, he passed through my mind. Given he wasn't British, and we had met 4,000 miles away, I realised my chances of us ever continuing our friendship was slim. Some moments later, he walked right by me. Not 100 yards from where said Actor had. I couldn't believe it was him, but it was. He had found work in London, and subsequently gained residency. We're still close friends to the day. -Mark