I didn't know who the guy was but when I looked at my call log I already had his number in my phone. So I figured I'd met him a while ago and just forgotten who he was. I brushed it off and went about my day.
Earlier today I got another phone call from him, and this time the message was something like this: "Hi Kate, I was wondering if you still wanted to meet up for a drink tonight."
Now I'm freaked! Who the fuck IS this guy and why does he think we're going out? I text him saying: "Hi James! Uh, don't hate me, but I'm struggling to remember how we know each other."
He says: "Oh shit sorry unless i have got this very wrong you asked me out in the manor arms on saturday."
Me: "I was at home on saturday. The bizarre thing is, I had your number in my phone saved under your name. I'm so confused!"
After which he calls me and we talk for about 20 minutes, neither of us have a CLUE who the other is or why we would have each other's number. The pub he was in on Saturday is in an area of London I've *never even heard of*. The girl he met is a 21 year old bartender called Kate. He apparently put the name Kate in his phone then gave the phone to her and she entered the number. My number?? We don't know! That *might* just be a weird coincidence, but it still doesn't explain why I had *his* number.
We figure out that he must have failed to save the new number and that it kept my number in there, but we're still both very very confused. So I email him a photo of myself and he doesn't recognise me, but he sends me a few photos of himself as well to see if I have more luck.
My first thought was, I don't know him but OMG CUTE. I figured it was fate so I asked him out.
Before he got back to me I suddenly remembered where we met: a few years ago at a Paul McCartney photo exhibition. I also remember that I totally fancied him!
AND NOW WE'RE GOING OUT ON A DATE AND HE USED THE WORD FATE AS WELL.