I keep having this "small world" experience that is currently racking my brain.
About 3 weeks ago, at around 1 in the morning, my sister asks me to go to the store for her and get ice cream. Normally I'd tell her to fuck off and go get it herself, but something made me oblige. I head out to the Hess up the street, and when I arrive, the only other person there was this absolutely beautiful girl. Looked to be about roughly my age, a little shorter than me (which is hard to come by, because I stand at a towering 5'5"), black hair, nose pierced, and covered in tattoos. I mean full out, she's got a super intricate chestpiece and everything. Her beautiful blue eyes stared straight into my soul, until we parted ways. Of course, being the pussy I am, I couldn't get a word out. I went back to my truck and watched her drive off, thinking I'd never see this beautiful tattooed girl again.
About an hour ago, I get a call from my buddy, telling me he's stranded a couple towns over and needs a ride home from a party. It's pretty late and I have shit to do early tomorrow, but he also has a job interview in the morning and I don't want him to fuck it up and miss it, so I agree to come get him. Before I get to my buddy, I again stop at Hess and pull up to the pump. I get out of my truck, and what do I see in front of me but the same girl's truck I saw a few weeks back. It felt like my heart fell into my stomach, I couldn't even believe that again, at the most obscure hour, this girl is back in my sights. I head in to pay for my gas, and there she is, right in front of me. She turns around briefly, then shoots back for a double take at me with a glance that literally froze me in my tracks. Staring at me for about 5 seconds with the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen, all I could muster up was a smirk. She payed for whatever she bought, and left. I fumbled with my wallet when I got to the counter to pay for my gas and proceeded out to the pump. I walk past her truck and see she's with a friend. They mumble something I couldn't hear, and pull off before I recollect my brain in order to say anything.
So, in short, I keep running into the same stunning, tattooed girl at the strangest hours of the night when it's just the old Indian man at the counter, her, and myself. Hopefully I didn't blow it by choking on my own thoughts and she'll turn up again so I can finally cough out a coherent sentence.