We met one day as I was walking to school and she was picking her front paper up off of her driveway. She said "Hi" to me and it surprised me that anyone would notice me so I said "Hi" back, but felf incredibly flushed. That morning she went back into her house and I went on to school, but she kept reappearing in my mind. People just don't tend to notice me.

I figured since she did, she must think I'm special.

Looking back, it seems ridiculous that I would conclude so much from so little, but I did.

I tried to remember exactly what time I walked past her house that morning and cursed myself for not looking at my watch. I wanted to see her again and see if she would say more than "Hi" next time.

I tried to remember what she looked like, but all I could remember were her eyes and how much life she had in them. As a matter of fact I didn't even think to look to see what her body looked like so I could fantasize about being with an older woman.

I'm only writing this now because I saw her a few weeks ago, for the first time in about eight years.

She didn't recognize me at first, but I introduced myself anyhow. After the initial pleasantries she seemed rather intrigued that I remembered her. Interesting, since I didn't know how I could have forgotten.

I should have known the answer by her not remebering me, but I still had to ask her if all those years ago, she would have considered showing me how to please a woman physically if I had come on to her.

She cocked her head and gave me a side glanced smile while she started walking away.

I stood there looking supremely stupid, or at least feeling that way when she turned around and asked, "Well, are you coming?"

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