Monday, April 28, 2008

Flipper, Flipper...faster than lightning


This day at Sea World should have scarred a few hundred kids for life...

A 30-year-old dolphin at Sea World has died after colliding with another dolphin while performing aerial tricks, the Orlando, Florida, amusement park said Monday.

I only do aerial tricks alone for that very reason.

My first weekend back was a busy one. I met some friends out at a bar on Friday night, then a birthday party for another friend in Laguna Beach on Saturday (the night of hellish traffic) and then out for beer bust at a bar all day/night on Sunday. It was good to be out and about with people after traveling alone for the past couple of months.

I had a somewhat horrifying experience on Friday night (well, personally anyway).

At the bar, I noticed a guy who looked familiar, someone I had thought I had spoken with a couple times quite a few years ago. I remembered his face/smile (he looks like a younger Benjamin Bratt) and he recognized me too. We hung out (along with our friends) for most of the evening. His friend kept making references about us having relations and whether it was good or not. My new friend said "I don't remember it being bad", which I thought was nice of him, because we had just met again and obviously hadn't related in any way other than seeing each other tonight. I thought it was sweet that this cute guy was playing along with his friend and giving me a "good review". Don't get those too often...

Next day, I was talking on the phone with him and he made a reference about how he had forgotten that I was a good kisser (he had walked me to my car the night before). I said "forgotten I was a good kisser....have we kissed before?" and he said "You really don't remember? I said...No, I honestly don't". He then proceeded to tell me that we had, in fact, gone out a couple times about 9 years ago. He described my apartment at the time, my car, he remembered me showing him my, at the time, cherished Brooke Shields collection of magazine covers (it's was a long time ago and I was very young) and several other specific details that I had no recollection of.

At all.

I was and am horrified that I don't remember any of it.

I've never done drugs or had a drinking problem (I drink, I fall down, no problem), I've not really dated that many people and have always prided myself on being able to at least remember the ones that I have...especially if they were as cute as he was.


I can't explain it and, after a few long conversations and several varieties of apologies later (hoping he didn't take it personally..of course, how couldn't you)...all seems fine and I think I'll be taking him to dinner soon to make up for it.

If I remember....

If anyone has seen my brain, would you please drop it in the mail to me?

I'd really appreciate it.


Unknown said...

That happens to me all the time! When I go back to where I went to college it's like the ghost of sexual past is playing some trick and I think to myself 'that guy looks too familiar'. It's rough. LOVE the I drink I fall down comment. Hilarious!

Anonymous said...

This doesn't surprise me at all! How could you forget us after our wild night of dinner, dancing and adopting a child together? Little Blanche says "hi", by the way.

Sorry, I couldn't resist. I've enjoyed reading about your adventures. I'd love to do that someday, but to be honest, the long flight out scares me. Not creepy crawly critter scary, but still...

Vampire Hours said...

"Ghost of Sexual Past"...that is hilarious. This one really vexes me. I told him that it must not have been a bad experience because I would likely have related him to a nickname like "Bacne Guy" or "Flop-sweat Guy" or something like that. As far as little Blanche, did she get the "Box O' Glass" that I sent for her birthday? Don't be afraid of the afraid of the spiders.