I met her... on the Green line station. I was wearing my fancy military jacket but the wind was still quite unfriendly. I looked around and saw her, standing out like a sore thumb from all the wasted lives that frequent the rail stations. She had decided to warm herself in a little corner tucked away from the wind, "Genius!" I thought. Trying to avoid any social contact I decided to try the corner on the opposite end, only to realize the wind was in my direction. After a deep breath, I walked over to her and commented on her craftiness, and joined together and joked around. We suddenly realize we're both from Torrance and I decide to offer her a ride home, with my knowledge of how cruel the transit system can be do unsuspecting patrons at late hours.
The entire car ride was just a riot, with everything laughs, as if we had been best friends since elementary school. Playing and laughing we decide to grab a bite to eat and she offers to pay for sake my giving her a ride. Sharing fries and more intricate conversations as two strangers juxtaposed in a car tend to do, I arrive at her house and let her off. At this point, I wave her goodbye, and she leaves the car.
She asks me if I have a facebook or a myspace, and to which I replied no (which was truthful at the time) and at the last minute we decided to at least take a picture together. and here it is.
I suppose I could have asked for her telephone number, or perhaps an e-mail, so that perhaps I might make sure she arrives at home safely another night, but to me, she is mystery girl..
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you shoulda asked for her number!! or at least her email address.
You know her address (or where you dropped her off, at least), so that's a start. Maybe put a "DO YOU KNOW ME?" sign on the nearest tree, with that photo and your phone number.
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