When I was very young I drew a picture of my future husband and gave him a name and occupation! He was going to be a vet or a lord!!
Throughout my teens and twenties he never materialized (perhaps unsurprisingly!!) and to cap it all, a Cosmo article said that for all those still waiting for their Mr Right to miraculously appear, it was a waste of time. I actually got quite depressed reading this.
Years later I enrolled on a post grad course and scanning the list of names of who else was on the list in the secretary's office I came across the name.
It was so freaky. Later I was in the college library when the guy I had drawn a picture of walked past me. It so freaked me out as I sort of just knew he'd be the guy with the name on that list.
It freaked me out so much that for a whole term I avoided going to lectures basically as I was not the sort of person who could go up to a guy and say 'hey, did you know you are going to be my future husband?' !! That whole term was like torture knowing he was so near yet I was paralysed about doing anything about it.
Months later I was in a dinner queue at a different college when 'he' walked up to me and said 'Aren't you on my course? How come you never go to lectures?'
I went to a lecture the next day and he sat next to me and gave me all the lecture notes for the lectures I'd missed.
15 years and many dc later we are still blissfully and happily married. One thing I got wrong though was his occupation! Funnily enough his family were wealthy landowners but lost the lot after WW2.