At (quite a bit older) friends dinner party, they introduce me to a childhood friend of the husbands who I've never met before.
I sort of think I can recognise her, but I don't know where from. The longer the supper goes on, the more I think I know her. I tell her I think I can recognise her from somewhere, and convinced I recognise her I go through possibilities of place I could ( metro stations, supermarkets, theatre classes, gym etc etc etc ) and she denies ever having met me... yet her face is strangely familiar.
Later in the evening, I go out to have a cigarette on the balcony and she follows me out, despite her husbands' protests that she's given up smoking.
Once they're just the two of us she says to me, "you're right, we have met, but don't worry, I won't say anything"
First I thought maybe I had slept with her at one point ( not plausible, but not impossible, I'm gay and I've I had a few one night stands.)
Then I remembered that when we were introduced she'd said she was a psychiatrist.
She was the psychiatrist who assessed me when I sectioned at 18 during a massive manic episode.
I bump into her 5-6 times a year at social events now and she's never said a word to anyone. She's lovely.