Here's the thing about dating in smaller towns, your pool is fairly limited. Here's a story about a young girl (me) and a young boy.
The summer was winding down, so my friends and I decided to frequent the local hangout over traveling to the City to be outside in the cold.
This idea seems to be in everyone's mind because I find myself seeing the same group of people over and over again. One day, a young man decides to introduce himself. We hit it off and decide to do something casual for a little while. And when that time ends, for whatever reason, I think to myself that I'll never have to see him again.
That is until I realized that we met at a bar where we both frequent.
Determined to never become that crazy-girl, I resolved to be cool and casual the next time we met.
Years (seriously 2 or 3) go by, and I frequent that particular establishment less and less. Not to avoid the boy, but honestly the place got kinda crowded. However, one of my friends decided to have his birthday celebration there. So I dress up and decidedly looked cute. And who should enter the establishment but the young man (whose name I had all but forgotten at that moment).
I don't know if it was through mutual awkwardness that we decided not to talk, or if we had both forgotten eachothers name. I did catch him staring at me once or twice, but decided to let it lie. I wasn't about to ruin my evening faking a conversation with someone I could barely remember until that point.
