Dear Holly, I was out with the girls having a few Bacardi Breezers the other night, and I ended up chatting to a tall handsome stranger at the bar. Twenty-four units of alcohol and a shish kebab later, and my favourite knickers were hanging jauntily from his bedroom lampshade. As I walked home the next morning I was convinced he was 'the one', but he must have lost my phone number as I haven't heard from him since. Should I track him down and remind him of it? Heidi,Lowestoft

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