Yada yada yada. Basically, I consider her my buddy and we always catch up in class.

Here’s the problem: I don’t remember her name. I know that we introduced ourselves a long time ago, but I cannot remember her worth anything. And now that we’re at the point of being pretty good friends, I’d feel like an idiot asking her what her name is. I try to sneak a peak at her gym pass, but I can’t see it. Too bad she doesn’t have a personalized license plate. Somewhat funny as well is that I don’t think that she remembers my name either because we never call each other by name. We’re probably both trying to think of clever ways to figure out each other’s names. One of these days, I’m going to figure it out and I’m going to be so happy to finally know her name.

Oh, nameless friends. They’re the best.