Fate (or vodka) doing its thing
Just after university an old school friend invited me to his house warming party. The party was a good one and I got chatting to this girl and we were getting on quite well but she was not really my type. At around midnight I was very drunk and drifted off and sat down on a sofa next to some other girl.

We got chatting and she told me that she had already tried to order 3 taxis to go home and none had turned up. We then spent the next few hours getting on really well and even shared the sofa bed that night (nothing happened).

The next morning I walked her to the station and asked for her number. I couldn't for the life of me remember her name so just had to put her name under A in my mobile (I got her name from a mate later on).

10 years on we are happily married with 2 kids. Turns out she was completely hammered by the time we got chatting, had spilt a pint of vodka and lemonade down her self and had been giving the taxi guys the completely wrong address. I like to think that fate played a part in us meeting but it was more likely the vodka. Classy!
(Tom Jones's Mojo Hasn't had any since, Fri 29 Aug 2008, 17:21, Reply)