I've met quiet a few strangers but I guess the one that stuck the most was Leather Jacket Girl. The conversation we shared only lasted about 20 minutes while we waited for the Jazz show to open up. We both happened to be there because of a music class assignment but she went to the neighboring college in my region. She had on a black leather jacket, skirt, and her hair was in a pony tail. I believe her hair was black or a dark brown the lighting at the time sucked. I learned that her mother lived in Memphis while her father actually lived about 10minutes away from me. She lived in an apartment, Her parents were divorced. She hated her music and film class. But I never learned her name. Of all the things she could of told me, she left out her name. Though in her defense I never asked for it. I wonder how she turned out, whether she even liked the jazz show?
Tomorrow is "And Ex-lover or crush"