the girl with no name
this is about a pretty girl. that's a good way to start a story.
we ride the same bus. when she gets on, we exchange smiles. downtown we get off at the same stop.
sometimes we make small talk. things like, where we work, what we did last weekend, the weather and stories about other bus passengers. the small talk always ends as we each go our separate ways to work.
but i don't know her name. sure there are those times where you meet someone, and later forget their name. then you feel like you're past the point of re-asking their name, cause you'd feel rude. so you hope to catch their name amongst casual conversation. or even introduce them to another friend and let them introduce themselves to said friend. it all gets confusing, but this isn't like that.
this is simpler than that. we've talked a lot, just never about our names. we've never introduced ourselves.
it's kind of a fun thought. how well can you get to know somebody before actually knowing their name?
we'll see.