Anonymity... dropped

Last week, Yogaland received two new volunteers. One I met immediately as she was taking my place at my seva. The other I saw from a distance a few times when I was deep in my own work and did not introduce myself. In my mind she fulfilled a rare role for me. To her, I was an anonymous volunteer. Just another of the many she had not met, without a personality or story, without memories (either good or bad) tied to my existence. Since we each live out our own personal experience, it could be said that in any kind of practical sense, I really did not exist for her.
I found something immensely satisfying in this truth. I wasn't the funny man, the goof ball, the social butterfly, the brooding buddhist, share circle facilitator, a listener, a talker. I wasn't anything. She could have no expectations of me because we hadn't met. When I realized this, I spent the week not introducing myself, prolonging that. Today we met.
I was eating breakfast in the cafe with a nice assortment of people and she came over to talk to Daniel, introduced herself, and I did the same. Now enters a new phase of this relationship. No patterns have been developed, no consistencies that would tell her more about me or me more about her. Neither of us have enough information to really develop opinions about one another. It is, for me, a real goal to explore this less than previous but still somewhat present anonymity.
There are few rooms I can enter in Yogaland without drawing some attention, some notice from those inside. Either teachers, volunteers, staff or the occasional YTTer, I have made myself a known presence within the walls of this place. Sometimes intentionally, sometimes by not thinking about my actions and letting my reactions win the day, I have carved a place for myself out of the fabric that is Yogaland. Popular is a word that may be accurate, but I don't like to use it. Smiles can hide so much, frowns can be misleading. Everyone has their own bubble of existence and I am trying not to make assumptions about how someone else feels or thinks, especially towards me.
Known is, I feel, a better depiction of my status here. Now I am known by one more person. That cannot be helped. But I can decide how our interactions effect my view of her, and perhaps to a much lesser extent her view of me.