Thoughts and Aimless Ponderings Vol 3: Blast from the Past

Actually, a woman is more like a beer. They look good, they smell good. You'd step over your own mother just to get one! - Homer Simpson

Ok if you have been following along you may notice that I have quotes from various places to begin my rantings and ravings that are indeed some way relevent to the topic I am about to discuss. Girls. Or should I say women? Girl sounds a bit young. Alright, young women I guess.

Anyway this post has been brought upon because of a Girl I used to like. (funny thing is that it was years ago that I liked them. I mean im talking school, back when I was in year 9 which was in 2003). Anyway I saw them the other day (I actually havent spoken to them since year 9, and unfortunatly, I dont know if I will get to speak to her again). I was working and I happend to spot her, and I gotta tell you, after 4 years I still thought she looked good. I mean obviously she had grown up, and sometimes after a while you dont see the person you used to like the same way you did then. But I wanted to go and talk to her, because I thought she looked good.

Problem is that I cant talk to her. Of course being young and well lets face it, stupid (im now older, and stupid), our relationship, which was only a kind of friendship, didnt end well. Mainly because it just ended. She knew I liked her, and she just wanted to remain friends. I look back on it now and am aware that its my fault, I kinda stopped talking to her because I was, like I said young and stupid, and didnt really know how to handle my fellings. So I did the logical thing didnt I? I didnt talk to her.

So here I am now, 4 years later, and I saw her again. Its funny how something so minor can rekindle old feelings. I guess the reason I am writing about all this is I havent really had the best luck with women. For some reason, apparently im a real "cool", "sweet" "funny" and "nice" guy, but I havent found anyone yet who wants to be more than friends.

Back to the matter at hand though. This girl I saw. She has seen me at work before, I know because ive served her, and I often wonder if she recognises me. That if I was to just say her name, would she say mine back? Or would she just look at me strangly, wondering how I know her name? Because she has forgoten me, and i am just a memory that has fallen into a deep dark chasm of her mind and cannot be retrieved?
And if I ever do get the courage to say her name, and she does remember me, would she be willing to talk to me? or go out sometime if I asked?

I dont know, but since I saw her the other day I have been asking myself many questions. Most of which im sure will be unanswered.
I guess the only way I can really find out is to say her name next time I see her.
That might be a hard thing to do, but I guess at least then I'll know.