So I went to Barnes and Noble a couple weeks ago, and bumped into a girl that I used to work with, who had transferred from the store I used to work at to the store I was standing in at the moment. She used to work in the mornings with me, and we would talk all the time about whatever, and I always thought she was totally adorable, and I kind of had a little crush on her. I referred to her as an “Alty Chick.” You know, black hair that she did whatever she wanted with and would still look cute, tatoos on her arms, dressed in a generally alternative sort of way. Intelligent goth is another way you could refer to her, I suppose.
Anyway, so I saw her and said hi.
… blank stare
She had no clue who I was. Ouch. After a little bit she sort of remembered me, though I wonder if she really did or was just feigning it so I wouldn’t feel bad. Sometimes I wonder if my neuroticism is actually on to something.