“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,” says Helena in A Midsummer’s Night’s Dream. Now, I wouldn’t disagree with Shakespeare lightly, but my path to love has always started with the eyes. Otherwise I’d never have said yes to the Finnish girl who asked me to buy her a beer one summer night long ago in London. But lusting after a Nordic beauty in a twinkling golden dress, while dancing to Happy House music is a long, long way from marriage. So, what changed?