Nothing Special.

I don't remember her name.

I don't remember a lot of things about the nerdy girl I met several days ago on Friday at Barnes and Nobles. I don't remember the strict following of words that were compiling to make up our inadequately enchanted conversation. And yes, I don't remember her name. I felt like walking up to my car to grab my charger, to plug in my dead battery phone, turn it on, and then see if I saved it, which I'm sure I did, but probably didn't, but I realized that would just be dishonest.

After I said hello to her, we talked about several subjects such as her current move from Florida, I think her ex boyfriend, actually nope. No exboyfriend talk. I told her about my little stitch as a model. She use to be a high fashion model, with vibrant dresses and such and such. In a teasing manner, I commented on her red and black horizontal stripes on her sweater, condemning them as Freddy Krueger attire. She laughed, she laughed a lot, but still in a very shy slightly content manner. No brain orgasms, no achieving heavenly stories of fun, no, none of that. Just a conversation. I felt that I put too much strain on the eye contact thing. I felt like I was wobbly in my confidence, and I'm afraid of women. I suck. She looked like Anne Hathaway, and when I proposed to tell her who I thought she looked like, she already knew. After what felt like a little bit over an hour I left her to study. Number closed, hugged, and left. Nothing special.


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I went on to text both Amanda and Havoc lookalike with the same text:

*Text: What's your facebook page so I could write dorky innappropriate things on your wall.

The latter didn't text back. As for Amanda, I didn't receive a text by her, but I did walk into her at a mall close by the same day. She told me she just got off work and just saw my text. Nobody can find her on facebook because of her very common name stacking other Amanda's on top of her.