I was seventeen and on my very first flight (alone!) going to Montreal to visit my aunt and uncle. The chap next to me was 23 yrs old (ancient in my opinion). He was called Graham. He asked me out in Montreal, and my aunt agreed. We were staying in a hotel and Graham called for me that evening. I'd never ever been out with a boy before. We went for a meal, he was a perfect gentleman, and he kissed me outside the hotel before I went in to rejoin my relatives. We actually wrote to eachother a few times while I was at Uni, but I never saw him again. However. My sister quite recently had a message from him. Incredible! He'd found her name (she's kept her maiden name, which is not a common one) and asked if she was related to me! Now this is over sixty years after our one and only meeting! He said he'd never forgotten me, had been searching for any person of that name and could she put us in touch once more? Sadly, I asked her to tell him I'd been happily married for many years and didn't wish to resume contact. The poor man must've had a very boring life if all he had was a memory of a young girl sixty years ago to sustain him! And he'd have got a terrible shock to see the fat old lady I've since become! Memories are best left in the past I reckon.