Exactly a year ago I was sat on the train back to Exeter from London, probably somewhere near Salisbury at this hour, thinking "nah, you're drunk, girl".
An hour before that I was in a pub in Southwark, sitting on a sofa with a gang of the usual post-work drink suspects. I leaned back, away from the main conversation/argument, so that I could continue some side conversation/argument with the chap. Someone was sat between us but I don't remember who, I just remember looking at the chap and thinking "hey, he's fanciable".
Naturally, I dismissed the notion immediately as utter nonsense and totally preposterous. Insanity.
Shows what I know.