Life can make for a series of happy accidents (depending on whether or not you get hit by lightning). Such was my collision with A.F. I’m not a gambling man, but when I saw a beautiful woman go her way, I rolled the dice.

She’s smart. I don’t mean kind-of-stumbled-through-the-crossword smart: I mean, really smart. Add a modicum of beautiful to a dash of sass, then simmer. Then there’s Chaos Theory: a butterfly flaps it’s wings in Skegness eventually causing El Niño on the other side of the globe. This means that if I stop to tie my shoelace, A.F. walks by, and we never meet. I walk-whilst-texting (which should be on the criminal statute) and don’t look up - A.F. walks by, and we never meet. If I am distracted attempting to fend off a charity mugger, A.F. walks by, and we never meet. Instead, A.F. walks by… Electric conversation ensues.

Click. And did I mention she’s really smart?