Oh, I forgot a weirder one. When I was a lad of about 12, I went to summer camp in Texas. At the end of the session, they would bring the girls over from the girls’ camp across the lake and have a dance. I met this girl, Louisa, who turned out, strangely, to live on the same street as I in Dallas, just a few blocks down. I never looked her up when I got back to Dallas, and there the matter rested (so I thought).
Fast forward several years. I am attending college at an all-male school in Virginia. Women from neighboring women’s colleges come over on the weekends. At a football game one weekend, I am introduced to a woman named…wait for it…Louisa. I get a funny feeling. I ask here where she’s from, and she replies that she’s from Dallas. Yep; it’s the same one from summer camp when I was 12. She had the hots for one of my friends, so I didn’t ask her out, but it was a very strange thing.