Do You Know Him?

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It was a nice, summer day.  After lunch, my father and I went to matinee show at the theatre which was within walking distance from the apartment I shared with my mother and sisters.

Later as we were walking back to the apartment, a cute guy was approaching from the opposite direction.

He looked at me, smiled and said, “Hi.”

“Hi,” I replied, smiling.

After we passed each other, my father asked, “Do you know him?”

“No.”

He laughed, looking surprised and amused.  I guess in his day, a guy didn’t say hi to a girl unless he knew her.

100 Words

 

Although I changed a few details, this actually happened years ago when my Dad was visiting me in Queens, New York.  We were returning from somewhere and a guy I had never seen before said hi to me.  It wasn’t the first time that happened but it’s one of the many fond memories I have of my father.

This was written for the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields For more details, visit Here.  To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit Here.

26 responses to “Do You Know Him?

    • Perhaps there was such a day in his time, that was why he was surprised to learn that I didn’t know the guy. A friend and co-worker of mine had a chaperone around whenever she and her now husband were courting. I remember the day when couples didn’t intimate until after they were married.

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  1. I remember the first time I crossed paths with someone in the States. When they said “Hi, how ya doin’?” I was like…do I know them? Nope… they were just being friendly! Was in Maine, though…
    Lovely story, Adele.

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    • Yes, the people in the States are very friendly. When I was in London years ago, my mother, Aunt and I were going for a walk and a man said hello to me and my Aunt said that she had been living there for years and never got a hello. I’m happy you liked the story, Dale 🙂

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