I really regretted not speaking with these two girls on the way to the airport in Ethiopia.
I also regret not talking with this girl who’s extended family lived across the street from me. I went all thirteen years of public school without talking to her but that’s another story.
The two black girls were in what’s called a minibus with other people, my mom, and I (Americans would call it a minivan.) There were three rows of seats not including the front seats and I was in the back with them. At the time I was fourteen years old and just finished my freshman year of high school. I had no experience talking to strange girls. I still don’t really. I remember being attracted to one of the girl’s voice and I think they were my age or a little older. I also remember one having fair skin. I had a desire to talk to them but anxiety about what to say. I don’t remember it clearly but I think I would think of something to say but couldn’t get my self to say it, dismiss it, and then a few minutes later think of something else to say. I was nervous about how they would respond. If I could go back and speak to them I would say “hey I really think you guys are cool; can I give you my number?” and hope they weren’t psychos.