Little Red Volkswagon

At the beginning of June I was walking home from the train station and I noticed this beautiful fire-engine red Volkswagen Beetle. I love fire-engine red, it's my favorite color. As I am passing by this glorious vehicle, I notice it's license plate reads 'XenaCher'. I stop dead in my tracks. Ugh. I have found my soul mate. She is the driver of this car. She loves Xena and Cher. What a random combination of things to love. And I too love both Xena and Cher. (Make fun of me all you want, I am not alone!) So then I proceed to look in the windows of the car to see what other kinds of things she likes. She has a wooden rose in the front window, just like the metal rose I have from the Renaissance festival. Hanging from the mirror is a car freshener shaped like a Popsicle. Hmm, she likes Popsicles. I am pretty sure it is love. So I write a note that says "I love your license plate. ~Katie" and leave it in her windshield.

The next day I see the car again, both in the morning and in the evening when I return. I see the car, but I never see the driver. So I start taking different trains home. 605, 634, 714, 741, ect ect and I try to see if I find someone who is walking towards her car.  I want to find her. But I never find her. She is never getting off the same train as me. I even stay really late sometimes and come back really late. But I keep missing her.

I need to meet the driver of this car. Even if it means taking a day off work and sitting by the steps watching the car. I need to find her. She needs to be my friend. Call it stalking, I call it love! (Kirby if you are reading this I am in no way advocating the stalking of You-Know-Who and no I'm not talking about Harry Potter).