I haven't mentioned this before on here but many years ago I used to work with a boy who I'll call Fred. We became friends, socialised, met with girls etc. Then we were both made redundant, but kept in touch, as we lived in the same area. But then Fred seemed to disappear. I went to his house but his mother said he'd gone working abroad and was even considering moving to Australia. So that was it. No more Fred, apparently.
Then, 30 years later, I was walking through the local shopping centre when a heavily made up woman approached me and started becoming rather familiar and to my surprise knew my full name. She said she recognised me instantly, but as much as I looked at her, I didn't know who she was. She said she was called Eve Smith (not the real name she gave me) and had previously been called Fred.
To say I was stunned, shocked and surprised would be to put it mildly. I was even more shocked when she asked me back to her place for the proverbial coffee. I felt sickened by it all. It might have been more sympathetic if I'd known from the beginning but to find out in that way was really stunning.
I did see Eve around the town a few times after that but whenever I saw her I would always try and do the old bodyswerve. Cest la vie!