I had to find her, I just had to. I didn't even know what her name was, but there had been other people who had seen her to, so I knew there had to be a way to find her.
I asked everyone in the coffee shop first, and a couple of them said they thought they had met her before. One of them even said he was pretty sure her name was Chrissy. I thought about the dreaminess of her name as I asked everyone else. Then I went to the grocery store, and was amazed that a couple of people there had seen her too. It just didn't help that they had know idea who she was, or where she lived. They did say that she usually bought potato chips.
After four months, I had nearly given up on find her. It just seemed hopeless to find a girl I knew almost nothing about. I was in the laundry matt, folding up the 6 pairs of jeans that had just finished drying, when she walked in. I thought at first that I was just imagining her, but when she said hi, I knew she was really there.
I didn't hesitate to ask her out after talking with her for a while, and I was glad to see she happily agreed.