went out with girl-friends into wolverhampton...girl-friends ended up in a fight, got arrested and taken away in a police van....i was left on my own, got talking to the door man, colin, when he asked my for my number, i said no, although i liked him....but would come back to the wine bar again to see him. that was 2months later, he asked me again for my number, still i made excuses not to give it him.
a few days later, arriving home from work, a cassette had been put through my door with a mobile number inscribed on the label, i rang to hear who it was.....the door man, colin, who must had followed me home.........that was 14 years ago, and we are still happy together. bless him.:hug: