I first saw mine passed out on my
couch; she was homeless, and my
housemates had offered to let her
sleep in their closet.
I immediately thought what a cute thing
she was, but put her more or less out of
my mind (it appeared, at the time, that
she was with someone). I was getting ready
to go out for a beer, and she came to my
room, because I was listening to music
that she liked (Violent Femmes - hey I
spelled it right). I invited her along, and
since she was underaged, we went to a
bar where ID was never checked, along
with one of her friends (my housemate).
Whilst there, she began sucking on my
fingers, so we fell into bed - where I almost
blew it by telling her that she was too hot
for me to not want sex. I panicked when I
discovered that not only was she not of age,
but still in HS.
The next day, I didn't even remember
her name - another panic. We spent a
good 12 years together though. Serendipity
is the best way.
I have no idea if she's even alive anymore
though. I miss the heck out of her.