When my sister was 15, she met this guy, at a rugby festival. We'll call him Gary. He was 18 and was there with his friends. He was very polite but persistent, she didn't like him, but he was very nice. And she didn't know what to do.

So she told my mum. This was before mobile phones (cell phones) and we had a land-line in the living room. He kept calling the landline, so my mum took the phone from my sister.

She was very polite to Gary. I was surprised because my mum can be a spitfire, especially when it comes to us. I could only hear her side.

She told him my sister was too young. And if he was still interested in her when she turned 17, he could call her then. Gary took it respectfully, and told my mum he'd stop asking her out.

Fast forward two years. Our house phone rings, and my mum happens to answer it. And you've guessed it, it was Gary. He asks to speak to my mum. And he tells her it's Gary, is she 17 now?

My mum starts laughing, and says she is. Gary then says can I date her then? I remember my mum saying I can't believe you actually called back. She's not interested in you, I was just being polite. I never thought you'd call back, Gary.

My mum hung up, Gary never called again. And my sister is now happily married to someone else.