Palfrey's life

There are just some moments that you wonder. You really do. I've just had one of them. I've just been watching the film Serendipity (I'm something of a John Cusack fan, especially the insane romantic comedies that appear to a major part of his acting career in recent times), which is about two people who randomly meet while shopping for their respective SO's, and then several years later try to find each other again, both realising they've lost something important, and there's a whole vast amount of fate, kismet and romantic timing things (hence the film's name). Earlier on in the film I'd paused it to give me an opportunity to get something to eat, and because of the subject matter and my overall state of mind I was mentally (and a bit verbally, but there's no-one else here to hear me) listing the assorted romantic failures of my life, the choices that I should have chosen another path on. Most prominent of all of these has got to be Sarah Thomas, someone I met ~4.5 years ago at the Imperial College open day. We spent 6 hours being practically inseperable, but due to her being engaged, I never persued this further. Now, in the film, John's character doesn't know the full name of the female protagonist until quite late (this being one of the things delaying him tracking her down) so at this point I don't know her full name yet, but then I keep watching and it turns out to be ... Sara Thomas. Ok, there's no "h", but it's still fucking with my head. FFS.... gah... my romantic life, which currently is deader than A-line flares with pockets in the knees, and the bits before had more complication than I care to count, has now managed to sink to new levels... think I've just had some sort of anti-serendipity. Fate, is indeed a bitch.