Last night I was thinking about what I wanted to write for my next post. I had recently written a letter to someone and in it, spoke in some detail about how Mike & I got together. It's actually a pretty funny story and it had killed at Girls' Night some time ago when I had given the play-by-play. Most of its enterainment value stems from the fact that I am the one that comes off like a real dork. Certifiable. We're talking Home Depot meets Lowe's quality tool. And by the end of the story, I'm using a throw pillow to cover my face to hide the Shame of said tool behavior (it also doubles as a good sound barrier to drown out the women's cackles). Anyway, I thought might be a good story to share with you.
In the spirit of, I dunno, giving Mike the head's up, I asked him if he thought that would be a good story/would he mind if I wrote about it and then quoted one of the classic lame lines of mine from that night all "ha ha ha".
Note that I asked.
The response I got was....
I waited a little longer because apparently the Law & Order re-run he was watching was really important. More important than, say, a question from a person in the same room.
I followed up, "Um, you do know that was an actual QUESTION I was asking you just then? ..... Well???"
He replied, "To be honest, I don't even remember that night."
[insert sound of record screech]
Urrr, come again? Buddy, it's not like we've been together since the Beginning of Time NOR was the situation one that would have been deemed typical or everyday in the sphere of Hookups. And again - me being a REALLY BIG DORK? How's this not burned into his brain and used against me daily, .....no idea.
Annnnnyway, by his response and lack of memory, I'm taking this to mean that he is a-ok with it and you know what? If he doesn't remember that night, than I guess that this is also the green light for me to take, um, "artistic liberties and licenses" for it.
And for him not REMEMBERING THE FIRST NIGHT WE MADE OUT??? Mike, can I just say, "I TAKE BACK the apology [from Wednesday] about using your razor to shave my armpits. Oh, and the spots on my legs that I missed in the shower."
Tell ME you forget. I'll tell YOU what for. Or whatever.
The story will be forthcoming.