It's me! Me! Me!

This is dinkum fucken true, I swear...

It was my first year at University in Cape Town and I was out of school and about to spiral out of control.

Actually, the out of control part generally started to happen in the second year - during the first I somehow remained on track.

Of course you know about this - being at Uni means freedom, booze, parties and crushes on boys.

But there was one boy in particular. He was in English with me and, from the moment I saw him, I wanted him.

For the next six months I was obssessed with him. I would try and sit near him in lectures. I would try to see what his handwriting looked like.

If he'd have asked I would have written all his assignments and offered him a wank at the end of each one of them.

I made friends with people who I knew were in the same tutorial as him just so that I could mention him in passing and get them to talk about him.

Late one evening, I noticed his car (it was a BMW - his parents were loaded) in the University car park, sitting near mine. My heart skipped a beat and I grabbed the opportunity.

I tore out a page from my notebook and scribbled something like "you're the hottest guy I have ever seen" or words to that effect and left the note under his windscreen wiper.

It was such a thrill that he might read it and then think about the person who sent it. I don't think he'd have been too impressed if he knew it was from a bloke.

When I found out - about two months into my stalking that he was very definitely straight - I wasn't as upset as I thought I'd be.

I guess I thought "if I can't have him at least no other guy will".

I then found out that his parents lived in Johannesburg and apparently he wanted to study there rather than in Cape Town and I think he left after the first year.

Times move on, things happen and of course memories fade.

I probably would never have thought about him again had it not been for a quick trip to the shops... at lunchtime today.

I went into the office this morning to do some paperwork and left after lunch.

On my way home I was about to stop in the Tesco to get some milk but my eye catches a very fit blonde guy walking down the road with his girlfriend.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

It's him! It's Niell!

The man who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with!

I can't believe it. He walked past me and I looked at him and it was definitely him. Blonde hair, tanned skin and piercing blue eyes.

I glanced at him but he was engrossed in conversation with the girl whose hand he was holding.

I wanted, there and then, to leap up and down and shout "I was the one who left that note on your car!"

"I used to have such a crush on you!" "It was me! Me! Me! Me!" But instead I walked on.

Ten years ago, this guy was the only thing I ever used to think about. I used to write poems for him in my diary during English lectures.

I used to fantasize about us bunking out to hold hands and go on walks.

I cannot believe all this time later, nearly ten years and 10,000 miles away from where I first saw him, he casually strolled past me none the wiser.