I am a sucker for the random meetings; the people that meet purely because they are in the right place at the right time. I am not sure that this is because I love the romance that seems to permeate the stories, because they actually have a story that is less common than not, or if there is another reason entirely.
Most of the couples I know met in college. They were in the Greek system or in the same group of people that hung out together. They were on a team, in a group or organization, or they shared a dorm. Dating was easier as their lives were, to some extent, intertwined.
Then there are those who met by chance; that out of the blue meeting that was both unexpected and memorable. My family is filled with such meetings. My mom met my dad because she went to her roommates small town for the weekend. My dad asked her to dance - the rest is history. My grandfather accidently met my grandmother when his submarine was in Perth, Australia during WWII. His friend needed a guy to accompany him on a double date - and again, the rest is history.
I love these stories.
There is a part of me that sees the romance of the story. I hear "Some Enchanted Evening" playing in the background and wonder if, throughout my life, there has been that meeting that I have, just, barely, missed. He walked into a room when I walked out or I changed my plans last minute. That sort of thing.
Such stories ask my analytical mind to suspend reality just a bit. They leave me wanting to believe in love at first site, in the power of attraction, and that, when one finds that person, the two will make it work. It isn't necessarily the relationship or the love that is the challenge, but it is seeing one another and making the baggage, distances, states, countries disappear into something less important than being together.
With all these "love stories" (including one of my own with the Diva's dad that I chose not to use), I suggest that people live their lives, enjoy the process, and remain open to the men and women that one may meet by chance along the way. One never knows when the sparks will fly! Some Enchanted Evening might find you moving to a different country or looking for an Island hut to share!