Really a case of senility on my part since I can't very well dwell on something I can't actually remember. Didn't think it mattered much that I can't recall the events of the past decade with perfect clarity. Doubt I'm going to join any memory competitions anytime soon.
Or at least that's what I thought.
You know that intimate lil game that crazily committed couples play - hoping it will bring them closer together? The one where both make a pact to reveal their previous relationships? Dishing on past sexual assignations?
Girl : You slept with my best friend?
Boy : Well I didn't know you then!
Girl : And my sister?
Boy : Well I didn't you were related!
Girl : And my mother?!
Boy : Umm... are we related?
I call it plain crazy.
But obviously Lily and Rufus ( from Gossip Girl natch! ) don't think so since they agreed to exchange lists.
Dammit. What is your name again?
So while flipping through dull medical charts at work today, I decided to have some fun by making my own list on the notepad. Although I did muse wistfully for a brief second on the mere handful I had in comparison to the dirrrty dozens on Lily's List, I started feeling rather pleased that I didn't have all that many. Who's calling me a slut now eh? I'm practically a vestal virgin!
Then I stopped midway through my rounds. I stared at my notes - and the other names written down - in abject horror. Only to realize that I actually couldn't recall one of them. Seriously.
How could I possibly forget his name?!
We exchanged bodily fluids and all I could recall was Melbourne 1998. The date and place - and that was about it! Surely a transfer of semen, no matter how brief, would have imprinted a memory pathway in my brain! Perhaps he was sun-shiney blond? Or did he have lustrous brown hair? I think he had brown eyes though. Did he make me laugh? Was he good in bed? Did I brush my teeth afterward?
Then again I could have slept with a freaking kangaroo for all I could remember.
And since I'd met the fine OZ fella while he was tending a cafe in Chapel St, I can't even blame it on the damned alcohol. Unless you can call several cups of latte intoxicating!
Waitaminute. Umm. Did I even learn his name?
Seriously. Dwell in the past? How can I! I need to start taking some gingko biloba.