I wonder what happened to the girl with no name. She was in my life for eight hours and then she disappeared.
I had returned to Saxe Hall on the campus of Central Michigan University on a late Saturday evening when I saw a young woman with brown hair and back pack sitting in front of the building. She was hitchhiking across the country and she wanted to see every state. I do not remember how she ended up in Mt. Pleasant. I am just glad she did.
And she needed a place to stay.
All of my roommates were gone that weekend. Jim was in Clarkston. Leonard was back in Beaverton and Warren was back home in Okemos. I told the girl with no name that she could stay with me.
We were both drunk and I could smell the beer on her breath as she drew close.
“Thank you,” she said. “I appreciate it.”
We went up to my room. She asked if she could take a shower and I said yes.
I did not expect anything to happen. I was a college student helping out another college student. I thought it was cool spending the night with a girl from California who was on an incredible trip.
I slipped into my shorts and T-shirt and got in bed. The shower stopped and she emerged wearing just a towel. The girl with no name dried herself off and slipped nude besides me. Now I was excited.
She snugged close and we began to kiss. The girl with no name began to groan and the next thing I knew is she pulled out a condom from thin air and climbed aboard “The Soul Train Express.”
“Thank you for letting me spend the night,” she said. “This is my pay back for you. You are sweet.”
“Any time,” I said.
I could not believe this was happening. It was like out of a movie. I finally asked her her name.
“I won’t tell you,” she said. “This will add to our evening. It will be a mystery you will never forget.”
I was cool with that. I was 19 years old and she was fulfilling a fantasy. I did not know who she was and really didn’t care at that point. She was cute and she was there. We made love and I passed out.
The next morning the sun peaked through the curtains and I reached over to see if the girl with no name was there.
She was gone.
A red rose lay in the bed next to me. I don’t know why but it sent chills down my spine. Did this really happen? Where was the girl with no name?
My roommates returned later that day and asked how my weekend went.
“It was OK,” I said. “Nothing much happened.”
I knew they would not believe the story any way so why start? It is something I’ve told very few people about until now. I sometimes think about her and the great evening we had. What is she doing and does she ever think about me?