A Girl Named Lisa :: Personal Narrative, Autobiographical Essay

A Girl Named Lisa I was operative in the seafood department one day when I power power saw them...well, her actually. I wondered what her name was. She was approximately 13 or 14 years old, by chance a bit more, and certainly not old passable to drive yet, or maybe she was. She was with her family, I think...no, I assume. Her father (I assume) was the hulking guy with a red sash on his waist and a jacket with a yin-yang patch on the front right view of it and it was black. The jacket, I mean. Her mother (I assume) was there too, and...I dont remember anything at all about her. There was another kid there, younger than her, and I assumed it was her brother. She was beautiful. non in the gorgeous model way or the cute whelp way but in the variant of beauty that just is, Platos beauty, you last? And I dont know why or how but when I saw her I got a feeling like when you know somethings going to rule but you dont know what but you can just tell but it wasnt love. Sorta like butterflies but higher and stronger. Maybe butterflies on steroids. And the feeling stayed, sort of an anticipation. And she went away and I went to work, but I happened to look across the instal towards the milk, and she was there. And she looked at me. No, not at me. It was like. . .like when youre driving over a old(prenominal) stretch of road and you know it so well that you just inspect straight ahead and almost forget youre driving. It was like she knew me. It was like she was me. And therefore she turned down the cookie aisle and was gone. It had been over a year, and I still hadnt seen her in the store. I honestly didnt know what Id say if I saw her, but I tried to imagine it. I saw her father (I assume) every week in the store, the uniform red sash, the same yin-yang jacket, as he bought fruit and eggs and bread and beer and toilet paper. only if he neer bought fish. And I never said anything to him, and he never noticed me or said Hi. But she noticed me. She knew m e. And one day, I knew she would be in the store again, and I would see her standing by the milk, and she would see me standing by the frozen fish.