Meeting my wife might be small universe syndrome. We first met at the place we worked and she became the girlfriend of a good friend of mine. We became friends, but when they broke up we lost contact. Nearly a decade later, she dropped her car off to get some work done and needed a place to kill time. She went across the street to a chain bookstore. Noting the name of the bookstore she recalled that I had just begun to work the company around the time we last saw each other. So she asked a clerk if she knew me. The clerk did, because I was the manager of that location, but she said I had gone home for the day. So my future wife began to write a note with her name and phone number. At that moment I walked up and saw her. I hadn't left yet and was in the back talking with a coworker. The rest, as they say is history. Afterward we discovered a few "near misses". My best friend family lived in Sonora, Ca, near a place called Crystal Falls and I would spend summers there. My wife's family had a cabin there. where they spend the summer. She would often cross my friend's property to get to Crystal Falls, which was a popular hangout spot for kids in the area. Then when she was a teen she worked at her mother's gym. The same gym where my mother exercised. (We lived in neighboring towns). She probably led the group my mother was in. Finally, when I took my SATs, I had to go to her high school for the test. She was attending the school at that time. Coming soon to the Hallmark Channel.