The Girl Next Door…Again

Remember that girl that I used to talk about almost everyday last year? The girl who lives next door (next block)? Let me refresh your memory EVEN IF YOU DON’T WANT TO. One morning while I was waiting for the autobus, I saw this blonde somewhat skinny girl at the bus station. Since that day, I always if not often see her whenever I wait for the bus outside my house. I’ve made eye contact with her a million times a few times but I didn’t have the courage to talk to her. One year has passed and I still don’t know her name. She’s too hot for me and…so I’d rather not bother.

Today, well, we “met” while I was on my way home. She’s with a guy. Two buses arrived: 40 and then followed by 52. The buses pass by my house but the other one takes a different route after that. She took the first bus. For no reason I took the next bus. When I got off, she was standing across the street…