My nursing friend got a phone call from a guy she sort of knew asking her for a date. she declined, already having a boyfriend. She told him I would go on a blind date with him, I was there saying no, no, no, but she organised it anyway. Not wanting to let him down I was dressed and waiting when he came to pick me up. He was 6’3” tall, I was 5’. Both of us thought no way it would work for us. We went to a picture theatre that night. When he dropped me back at the nurses home he asked me if I would go out with him again. I liked him so said yes, and he said he would ring me. He didn’t ring. everyone said I wouldn’t hear from him again. About two weeks later I was at home at my parents when I got a phone call from his mother, he had asked her to ring me, all he knew was my name and the name of the country town near where I lived. His mum had looked up the phone book and started ringing everybody listed with the same surname as me, looking for me. After ringing almost everyone listed she found me, we were almost the last name on the one and a half pages list of people with the same surname in that area. She told me he was really sick with a bad flu and would love it if he could still ring me after he recovered. She told me he was so worried I’d say no since I hadn’t heard from him. I said yes. I would have loved to have gone and visited him but as a trainee nurse had to be careful I didn’t take any infections into the hospital. Long story short as soon as he was well he rang me, we went out. We both knew we were in love after our second date, engaged in under three months, married in under twelve months ( we only waited so I could finish my nurses training). We will celebrate our 50th anniversary in May this year. Our marriage has been and still is full of love.