My mother was from York. She joined the Wrens and was stationed in London in the war.
She and her best pal were walking past the Regent Palace Hotel and mum noticed there was a dance on so persuaded her friend (who wasn’t keen) to go in with her.
There she met my father, a Canadian soldier whose family originated from Glasgow. He was twelve years her senior, previously married with a son. I gather it was a whirlwind romance and my sister was born in 1945.
After the war my father transferred to the British Army and ended up in the Royal Army Education Corps until his death at age 58 when I was 9 years old.
Bereavement wipes out everything

Better way to meet than a dating app me thinks!