Missed chance

I was standing in line for lunch, talking with a friend of mine. It was Senior year of High School, and to celebrate that it was our last year, the school had taken us out to a water park. Walking around in swimsuits, and specifically seeing girls walking around in swimsuits, was an enjoyable experience, especially given how hot out it was. We had already paid for lunch when we had signed up for the field trip, so there was little to worry about. My friend and I had, for really the first time, gotten down to talking about girls and what we were in to when it came to them, when one girl in particular caught my eye.

She was off in a separate lunch line, talking with a group of her friends, and by coincidence we managed to glance at each other, and our eyes made contact. Her face struck a chord with me, and I could not for the life of me think of way. I must have looked like some kind of creepy, perverted asshole, staring at her in her bikini, trying to think of why I knew her.

Just when I thought of it - she was a student with the same guitar teacher as I - my friend grabbed my attention, wanting to know what I was looking at. I tried to explain that I had seen someone I recognized, only to realize that I had absolutely no idea what her name was. It's not like that was an uncommon occurrence for me, but having thought of who she was, it began to irritate me that I couldn't bring her name to mind.

I turned back to where I had seen her to point her out, but she was abruptly gone. She had likely disappeared into the lunch room, which I was still awaiting entry for, and being as poor at descriptions as I was, I couldn't enlist my friend to help me find her.

Throughout the entirety of lunch, I kept looking around the area, trying to find that girl all over again. My friend and I talked about a variety of things, but I was only half invested.

Afterwards, having still failed to find or identify the girl, and seeing as we had already gone on all of the water slides before lunch, we decided that we would take advantage of the situation. We made our way to the middle of the park, where there were collections of beach chairs, and took our seats to relax. We watched people walk by, and we pointed out all of the hot girls to each other. We made a game out of it, keeping tally of who was the first to notice a hot girl walking by. The whole time, I was watching for that one girl and trying to remember her name.

By the end of the day, I had failed two-fold. Not only had I failed to re-find or identify the girl, but my friend had found more hot, bikini clad girls first then I had.