Many years ago (I was probably 19?) I went to London to play a gig with a band that I was in.
While there I was going to meet a bunch of new people, and the others in the band had given me some quick background on the most important ones.
Anyway, we got there, set up the gear and did a sound check. All was OK.
As I unplugged myself and thought about getting a drink, the most beautiful girl I had ever seen approached and introduced herself and started asking me about my guitar (a real beast that had been made specially for me at great expense).
We chatted, got a drink, chatted some more. As we chatted I tried to remember what I had been told about this girl. For one they hadn't warned me about how beautiful she was. We are talking supermodel looks here, I do not exaggerate. She must have been half Italian or something. I was smitten. Whatever they had told me can't have been important.
Anyway, there we were, chatting away about music, guitars, etc. We seemed to be made for each other.
Until we were interrupted. Another girl had arrived. We were introduced. And then the bombshell was dropped.
"She is my girlfriend."
The light went on.
Yes! That is what they had told me about her!
My heart broke a little and I became a lot wiser that day.