Saw him/her once and can't forget it...

In My Humble Opinion
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So there I was, walking down the sidewalk and she’s walking toward me. Long curly red hair. Black and red patterened dress. Black hose with a woven zig-zag pattern. Black-strapped high heels.

She walked toward me, talking with her friend, never made eye contact, never saw me. Just passed me by.

Something about her made the caveman in me go, “Grunt! Me WANT!” A very visceral experience. We’re not talking love here, I didn’t was a personal, fulfilling, relationship. We’re talking sex! Sex! SEX!

It’s been six months or more and I (obviously) have a complete, clear, recollection of the whole event. Given that I work among the high-rise buildings, I see pretty girls every day. I can’t tell you about any of them except her.

Anybody experience this?

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Uhh… that should be “didn’t want a personal…”

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“One day, back in 1896, I was crossing over to Jersey on the ferry, and as we pulled out, there was another ferry pulling in, and on it there was a girl waiting to get off. A white dress she had on. She was carrying a white parasol. I only saw her for one second. She didn’t see me at all, but I’ll bet a month hasn’t gone by since that I haven’t thought of that girl.”

:wink:

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A greeter at an Indian restaurant in Dallas. Thin, dark skinned, long, shiny, dark hair, tan colored dress. That was 10 years ago. I still remember her.

NP: The Cult - Beyond Good and Evil

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RealityChuck beat me to the punch.

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Okay, RealityChuck , what’s that quote from–I know I’ve heard it or read it before but I can’t remember where and it’s driving me nuts! :confused:

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Bugged me, too. It’s from Citizen Kane.

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I worked at McDonalds in 1972 and a gorgeous guy and his beautiful girlfriend came in once a week. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I still think of him all these years later. Weird, huh?

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Very cute punk rock girl (in a very Wisconsin sort of way) from Unitarian youth convention. White hair. Had her head shaved except for two long bangs-type thingies in the front. It would have made anyone else look stupid. Had lines from Allen Ginsburg’s “Howl” written on her pants in a sharpie marker. Can’t forget her. Roughly 2 1/2 years ago.

The only thing I know is her first name and the town she’s from. On the advice of a friend, I once faked my way into six different high schools in Classmates.com, hoping I’d find a name that matched and could drop her a line. They wouldn’t give me an e-mail address without a (pretty expensive) membership, and I couldn’t be sure that any of the people I came across were her.

Yes, stalker-riffic, I know.

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Belrix’s sounds like mine.

I used to catch BART home from work. Everyday this gorgeous redhed would walk by and my heart would stop. But that wasn’t the kicker, one day she noticed me looking and gave me this great smile. I remember it like it was yesterday, and this was easily 10 years ago.

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I can’t even remember what I was picking up at the grocery store but I can remember exactly what this gal looked like. This was well over a year ago. I was single at the time didn’t even talk to her. This girl… wow is all I can say… wow. I beat the crap out of myself everyday because I think what if, you know? Oh well wasn’t meant to be I guess I mean I was only single for about 2 weeks 'cause I ended up getting back together with my old girlfriend. [sub]Sigh…[/sub]

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Mine’s a redhead too. In 1980 I worked as a bagger at Safeway. She was tall and dressed in a white tee shirt and jeans. Nothing particularly noticeble about her. I overheard she was doing laundry at the laundromat around the corner. Definitely wanted her immediately, but unlike Belrix I would have considered a relationship after we made the beast with two backs. Went over to the laundromat on my break, she was gone. Still remember it very vividly. I can’t say I think of it everyday, but it’'s a very pleasant memory

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Sometimes having a near-photographic memory is a real heart-breaker…

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I’m liking being a redhead. :smiley:
My experience was two years ago. I work for an airline and one autumn morning I was helping cp stuff pilot bid changes in their mailboxes. There are always pilots and flight attendants milling around the crew room and I usually don’t look past the uniform to notice them one way or the other.

But there he was, sitting on top of this tall filing cabinet (a feat I’d never seen anyone accomplish before) curly dark hair, dark eyes…I don’t know exactly what it was about him, but I started blushing right away. I then had uncontrollable images of kissing him, and of all the fun things we could do on or pressed against that filing cabinet.

It’s odd, as usually I can smile and flirt, but that day just being so aware of him did not allow me to be myself…and the thing is, I’m pretty sure he had noticed me…

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Nearly 25 years ago, I was walking down the street in Greenville, N.C. She was walking the opposite way. Great legs, faded blue jean shorts, suspenders, white T-shirt, great figure, long blond hair, and a smile of about 10,000 watts.

She smiled at me and I have never forgotten.

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Ahh college. Beautiful blonde, great sexy lips, a smile that would put the sun to shame, body that made everyone drool. We made eye contact frequently that semester but I never talked to her.

I also beat myself up for what if’s, but I think this memory will stay with me forever.

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Thanks guys, I’ve been trying to decide what my next haircolor is going to be. :slight_smile:

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Note - red hair was considered bad luck by some people, especially those living in countries that were at one time invaded by the Vikings. On a meaningless and completely off-the-topic side note, I am bad luck - oh, but that really doesn’t mean anything, outside of the fact that I’m very dangerous to know. Yeah. Now, back to the topic.

A few months ago, I was on a school-sponsored academic competition - state championships, no less. I crossed paths a few times with this absolutely stunning person - I have no clue why she caught my eye so; it’s one of those gut-and-hormone-driven things that we weren’t meant to understand. She was rare - extremely intelligent, and I’ve always fallen for women smarter than I am. Yes, I did spend a few minutes following her and just watching her - I was so fascinated - she was just this embodiment of perfection, or at least a close approximation.

She did smile at me, as I was entering my hotel room.

In retrospect, I should have gotten over myself and at least talked to her.

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Wow - so many redheaded “lookers” - makes me proud! :smiley: Of course, my boyfriend absolutely loves my red hair, so I guess there really must be something to it! :wink:

As for me, back in 1998, I was attending my now ex-husband’s 10 year high school reunion(mine was the same year, but I didn’t bother going). There was a very cool gay guy there with a female friend in tow. He was now living out of state, but came down for the reunion. His friend is a big time fag hag, and decided to do him a “favor” and call up one of her gay friends to come to the reunion, and meet. They didn’t hit it off too well. Nothing bad, but no sparks. There was a table outside on the balcony, near the bar, where all the “guest” of reunion attendees gravitated to. It was a total blast. Anyway, the friend that drove up was ABSO-FUCKIN-LUTELY drop dead gorgeous. I was instantly smitten. I’m not a shy person, by any means, but seeing as how I had been inbibing the spirits, I was even more open than normal, and made it very clear that I thought he was seriously hot. I mean, I was married, he was gay, it was totally safe, right?

Uh-uh…about an hour after we met, and I’d made my attraction to him known, I ended up with an invite to join him, and the other guy in the one attending the reunion’s room at the hotel where the event was taking place. My jaw quite literally dropped to the ground, and extremely difficult to embarrass me, turned every shade of red imaginable.

Needless to say, I didn’t take them up on the offer. It was very nice to receive, and gave me quite the ego boost, but, as attracted to him as I was, I wasn’t going to do anything due to the whole husband thing, as well as the fact that I strictly avoid one night stand situations(have never had one yet). Which means that if I hadn’t been married, I still would have declined, but boy, oh boy did that fuel some pretty intense fantasies, and dreams over the course of the next few months.

I can still picture him, vividly - absolute perfection!

~V

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When I was walking to school one morning - I was in middle school - I passed a girl that I’d never seen before, and haven’t seen since.

She had long, wild black hair, flopped over her eyes. Her skin was milk-pale, and her eyes, when she looked at me were the most intense blue that I had ever seen.

I was struck, entirely non-sexually, by her beauty. I have thought of her on occation since, and I always feel terrible because she looked so sad, but she still smiled at me when she saw me.