Yes, I am an idiot. Please listen to my story.
I was on the World Youth Day tour for my area, and we went up to Toronto to see the Pope. On this trip, I met one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. We stayed up the whole night talking. If you’re thinking that I’m about to ask her phone number and get shot down in some interesting way, well, just keep reading. After a whole night of talking about just about everything, I somehow manage to forget to ask her phone number, e-mail, and any other means of contacting her. However, the next day, there is a five mile hike back to the bus. I walk most of the way with her, talking with her. Once again, the thought of asking some contact information escapes my mind. We get on the bus (this is where it gets interesting folks), she’s sitting in the opposite aisle, two seats back. She’s right there. I put on my headphones, put on some Incubus and Our Lady Peace, and sleep most of the way home. (Interesting moment coming) We get home, I get my luggage, and then come back to my town and she goes to hers. (Interesting moment is, well, non-existent, I’m sorry about that. For you and for me.)
Yes, that’s right. I managed to spend three days with one of the smartest, interesting, funniest, beautiful girls that I have ever laid eyes on, and it never crossed my mind that I should find out some way to contact her after the trip. :eek: :mad: :mad: Thanks to Yahoo! People Search, I think that her number is one of four I’ve found.
So (A) Am I the biggest idiot you’ve come across, and (B) it’s been a week, should I bother trying to call her?
I throw myself upon the mercy of your fair court. (Sorry, just always wanted to say that.)
