We (don't) meet again - Part Two

I have seen you again. This time you were wearing a burgundy shirt and jeans. I would like to remind you (and everyone reading) that I am not a stalker. But since school has ended, I haven’t seen you; that’s been a month! And then on the 4^th of July at the Beaverton Transit Center, we (don’t) meet again! What is so strange about this is that it isn’t one of our regular (non)-meeting places. But you were here, I was here, and here we were totally minding our own business until you got out of someone’s car and the seatbelt kept getting stuck in the door. You caused quite a distraction – I laughed inside.

And then I realized it was you and my heart didn’t flip flop… I simply had a realization! And that realization wasn’t anything new or foreign; I only realized it was you, again. So, now, I am wondering whether or not you will be in one of the 5 classes I am taking this coming fall. And I wonder whether if I ever actually meet you if you will be someone I can show these posts to without getting severely creeped out. Maybe now would be a good time to direct you to my anti-love post. But by all means, don’t look at my insanity post.

So I conclude this post with questions to all my readers (sarcasm); have you ever seen a stranger multiple times? Did you ever meet them? And lastly, would it creep you out if you found that a stranger was blogging about you?