Have you ever seen (but not spoken to) someone only once whom you have never forgotten?

There was this prostitute who was incredibly beautiful. There was this dark leather clad stranger by the pier on a sunny day. There was this mime I wanted to kill.

steffi: You should have put one of those ads in _Typ_. You know, "Linie eins, Die Frau mit der unheimlishen Augen...." I used to read those every week, they're great theatre-of-life.

She was in my freshman physics class so I saw her more than once. I was way to shy to ever speak to her though.

Five years later I tracked her down. It was worth it.

Probably about five or more years ago, I was at the Cincinnati Zoo with a friend and there was a man sitting on a bench sketching pictures of the monkeys. I was really intrigued by him for some reason, but never spoke to him.

sure... I can think of a half dozen off the top of my head, and could probably list dozens with some thought. But I wasn't attracted to all of them, nor do I harbor any unfulfilled longings about them, or anything like that.

Not really, but I have remembered strangers' faces for weeks or months if they were particularly striking.

Yes, a handsome fellow I saw at Venice bch about 3 years ago

i can't recall any that stick with me...

I see lots of attractive people day in and day out. None have ever struck me so that I became obsessed or thought about them past noticing they were attractive. I need to "KNOW" someone on the inside to really feel a connection.

I can't remember? I suppose that means no.

numerous times thru out my life, esp. like the instance in the example, when you make a connection with someone but never speak or know their name but always remember the encounter

Once there was this man with the most incredible gray eyes. I remember almost nothing else about him. Without thinking what I was doing, I followed him into a store and watched as he made his purchase to get his name off his ID. I never did anything with that information, and have since forgotten everything except for the eyes and the fact that I mindlessly followed him. (So I called it Not Really since I don't remember the person at all, just the situation).

I was in the airport in Albuquerque and made a lot of eye contact with a beautiful man who was carrying a musical instrument in a case. I believe it was a violin. I wish I had gone over to speak with him.

I met a girl while getting a soda at the bottom of a hiking trail. I think I was 15. We actually did speak, but just briefly, and she was really nice. But, I left and never saw her again...

there was this long haired, green eyed god at 7-11 about 9 years ago and he STILL floats threw my mind every so often