First impressions were all positive. I met a fun loving, culturally aware young woman, Paula, from the Netherlands when I worked at a youth hostel in London, February 1979. She had all those classical butter blonde features that many Dutch girls possess. For six months we had a ball in the capital, working together and getting to know each other.
In the summer we parted our ways. For about two years we kept in touch, on and off via snail mail mostly and as the 80s progressed we kind of lost contact with one another. Fast forward to 1989. A phone call to my house out of the blue. A distraught Paula wanting to meet up with me again following some sort of emotional upheaval and other stuff.
To cut a very long story short - from that day on we were a couple again! Two boys and years of travel and work later we're still here! That one phone call was for sure a big surprise. How did she know where I was after ten years? She'd kept my parent's contact details, just in case.