I tell this story at any opportunity.
My group of 8 pals and I were our early 20s and single, living at home in Liverpool. Went for a girlie weekend away down in Birmingham. While there, my friend Laura slept with this local guy. She was wasted, couldn't remember his name. Thought nothing of it. I didn't get a good look at him myself.
The next year, we all went to visit Laura at uni up in Newcastle. We had a night out. Very drunk. Laura meets a guy and is snogging his face off in the club. He looked vaguely familiar to me but I couldn't place him. He ended up going home with her and staying over. He had breakfast with us all in Laura's kitchen the next day so we got to have a good look at him and I was trying to work out where I'd seen him before. Laura was still in bed so didn't actually see him in the cold light of day! He didn't recognise any of us and said he'd never met Laura till last night. He went back to his halls. A few hours later our other friend Leanne realised he was the guy Laura had slept with from Birmingham! So she'd slept with him twice, a year apart and in totally different cities, without realising it was the same guy. And I don't think he'd recognised her either!
Now, fast forward 4 years and we're all in our mid-20s and have dispersed around the country. We decide to meet up back home in Liverpool for a night out.
You can see where this is going...
We went to our favourite club and we're all dancing etc. Laura goes to the bar with Claire and Leanne. Claire and Leanne return with shots. Laura has gone AWOL. Me and Leanne go off to find her. We ended up going outside so we could hear to phone her, and there she is in the smoking area speaking to THE SAME GUY. We were screaming! Ran up to her to tell her and she was adamant it wasn't, but we KNEW as we'd actually seen him properly when we were in Newcastle, unlike her! Lol. So we asked him and everything matched up - he'd been to uni in Newcastle, originally from Birmingham, and was visiting friends now in Liverpool. She'd actually never seen him outside of dark clubs, taxis etc until this point and didn't believe us it was the same guy. He hadn't recognised her either! I swear if we'd not interrupted it would have happened a THIRD TIME. I think we killed the mood. She did snog him though!
It doesn't end there...
Last year (we're in our mid-30s now so this is about 10 years after seeing him in Liverpool), we had a mini hen do for Claire up in Edinburgh. We were having afternoon tea at Harvey Nichol's and guess who walked in? THE GUY. With his wife/girlfriend. And they'd booked the table next to us. We were actually crying laughing! He pretended not to know us for a minute then realised he couldn't get away with it as we were screaming different city names at him. We ended up buying them both a drink and making them write dares for the bride for later, poor man. His wife was very amused!
WHAT ARE THE CHANCES?!