I could inject a tangent here about the phenomenon of knowing people that you don't know at all, which has fascinated me for quite a while. So I've noticed that in many situations where I frequent an area with lots (like, at least hundreds) of people day after day, there is often a set of people who I find incredibly known, familiar, as if they were close friends of mine, but I don't even know their names. I figure, for each one, there must be something about their appearance that makes them just a little memorable, and by the fourth or fifth time I see them as "oh, I think I've seen that face before" there's a sudden shift to them occupying an as-if permanent slot in my memory. This happened with a number of people in high school who I would never think of talking to, a considerable number of people around campus here, various panhandlers in Oakland, a particularly androgynous jogger with a really loud (color, not volume) yellow walkamn, "indignant cigar guy", "violin lady" (who, as techstep informs me, is actually a Kim, if memory serves) etc.
I wonder if this is why people go out of their way to get piercings, dye their hair, go punk, go emo, go goth, go raver, go whatever, just so that people observing them have a clique-esque hook to hang the fashion-monkey on in their memory. This being on the assumption that an effective path to being considered attractive goes through being considered familiar, identifiable, recognizable.
Anyway, getting to the point, (and, if neal were telling the story instead and I was instead listening, I'd be remiss to not smirk in my traditional hello-neal-you-are-beating-around-the-bu
But the familiar-looking photo! Turns out, after a ping successfully ponged, it was indeed her. Moderately amusing. I guess I'll actually say hi next time I see her.
Another victory for everyone's favorite substitute for real human interaction, another shattering defeat for social skill development. Woohoo!
We'll see if her stalking skills (and level of care) are up to snuff to find this very entry. I'm guardedly pessimistic.