A Story (a look into how my mind works)

He was at the hight of his youth, the prime of his life. It was the summer after High School, and before College, he was in a band that was just coming into its own; finally starting to get a following. Sure he had gone through some hard times, but that was the past, it was summer, he was free and young and on the brink of life. He was sitting outside of a venue after finishing a show, sitting atop the trunk of a car, possibly "Old Blacky" (the fabled car of his best friend, who got them through many an interesting situation) sitting there talking with a few fans, the bands set had been remarkably good, the crowd was larger than expected and had a lot of new faces, he was living it up, letting the "fame" go to his head. Most, if not all, of those he was talking to he knew, most of the bands fans where there friends, they were not so big as to have fans that weren't in some way connected to them, well... mostly. As he was talking, and laughing and carrying on a young girl walked up that he did not know, she was very attractive, blonde with a citris orange streak in her hair, and her style was a bit before the times (or after, depending on how you look at it) most notably she was wearing a tanktop, with a loose fitting orange t-shirt that had been cut up so as to not have a collar or sleeves or bottom, and she had it hanging slightly off her shoulders (think 80's and you got it) it was by no means un-attractive, and was actually quite interesting. Without much for-thought, being surrounded by people who admired him, and not really caring about anyone else at that very moment, our young man casually informed the young girl that her "shirt was falling off" it was meant to be a joke, and he fully intended on explaining how he actually liked it after her rebuttal... but there was no rebuttal, she just said, "oh, yeah... " and pulled the shirt up on her shoulders and walked away. Once again, being in the built-up state he was in, he didn't think much of it, for once in his life he was not actively trying to impress girls, because for once in his life, he did not have to. Not to long after another fairly attractive blonde girl came right up to him, with a very forceful manner and pronounced loudly, "Your f***ing fly is down!" which even is his surprise he responded immediately with, "i dont have a fly... they're buttons..." Everyone was sort of put out, but most laughed, and the girl stormed away, he looked after her and realized she was with the girl with the shirt, so he went up to them, to find out what was going on. The forceful blonde pulled him aside and, very forcefully, scolded him for picking on the other girl, because she had been trying to flirt with him, and he just made fun of her. He apologized, explaining that he did in-fact like her shirt, and meant nothing by his earlier comment. He then went up the the young girl with the 80's shirt and the citris streak and talked to her, explaining the same to her, and being very put out by the other girl standing there angrily... in the end, he got the her number.


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Now, one would think that remembering this situation is such detail is kinda creepy... but really its how i think, i remember situations, mostly inconsequential situations, but i remember them, in great detail. Obviously our young boy is me, and to give a little after-word the girl with the shirt and i hung out a few times, and i ended up really liking her, but she got weird, and disappeared, i didn't see nor talk to her for years, her forceful friend (who i really didn't like, because she was so controlling) ended up going to ECU and i saw her, and talked to her for a bit, turns out our young girl disappeared all together, and she didn't know where she was either, so i didn't feel as bad.

the other day i thought of her for whatever reason, and decided to find her on facebook, it was quite easy actually... and i started talking to her again. who knows who she is now, i doubt she's the same girl i built up in my head as, "the one that got away" but it doesn't matter. all this is to show a bit, of how i think... in my mind i have hundreds of thousands of stories, just floating about, waiting to be snagged by some casual memory.