I once knew someone who got served with divorce papers on the day of her 11th anniversary with her husband. I think it’s fair to say that 11 became an unlucky number for her from that day on.
When she got back on her feet and started dating again, she met someone who was “absolutely gorgeous,” as she recalled. They had a wonderful first date and instant chemistry, but when she asked him the date of his birthday, all those feelings passed.
Needless to say, it represented double trouble because he was born on the 11th day of the 11th month. It was a very subtle sign given by the universe, and now?
She’s terribly happy she followed her gut. It turns out that the man was already involved with someone else and was just looking for someone to “decompress” with.
It might seem a bit far-fetched for some people out there, but it’s really something I wish I had known sooner because I had a very similar experience with the number 13.
As my ex used to say, 13 is a lucky number, but not for me. For me, it only pointed out big trouble.