We are both much more swollen and wrinkled now.

[saltdawg]

The girl who pinned me up against a bulkhead on a ship that was like four or five ships ago, the one who was dating the Chief Engineer of that boat.  The one that stuck her hands in my pants and her tongue in my lips...That girl that drank five $90.00 shots alongside of my five before we went back to the ship that was four or five ships ago and pinned me to that bulkhead...That girl showed up on the boat today.

She introduced herself to me.

I told her that we knew each other already, and she flushed, focused her eyes for a moment  and said my name?... I guess we do know each other, yeah?

At least I'm not the only person who is capable of forgetting these types of things. 

A thousand dollars worth of booze between the two of us or not.

Comments

[savateuse.livejournal.com]

Yeah honey, but trust me, she is thinking of it now.

[saltdawg.livejournal.com]

If she was, she would have invited me out when she left the ship...

[savateuse.livejournal.com]

She is probably completely embarrassed that she had mentally misplaced you.

[danjite.livejournal.com]

The reason I am glad that this has happened to me more than a couple times is the thought that my impact on their lives was so significant it required electroshock therapy to help them forget lost opportunities.

I miss my dog something awful.

[saltdawg.livejournal.com]

Aww, man. The booze, the years, the SWELLING. She's probably got ten years on me and is still unmarried. At that time we could have been a good fit. Man, I remember sitting with her and her friendly neighborhood fire lieutenant, in December (?) of 2001 talking about the EPA's PR nightmare about air-borne toxin hysteria and the Lieutenant who had the nightmare of loosing most of his crew in the state/federal bar Spaghetti Western...Maybe back then.

But now? I'm just adrift. I don't even care about making an effort, even though I crave stability.

I don't know what I was getting at. She and I had a moment. Both of us would have gotten our asses kicked. But in the end, I blame the expensive booze forcing her to make really bad decisions. I don't think she was thinking "what if?" I think she was thinking "there but the grace of god go I..."

Or something along that sentiment.

[nanila]

Oh man. You know, I much prefer it when my fantasies of what-might-have-been with ones who got away don't get disturbed by reality much later.

[saltdawg.livejournal.com]

No thanks to face book, a lot of my what-might-have-beens have been ruined...

But I still have a couple, at least. And they are the ones that would have been the best.

[mallorys-camera.livejournal.com]

You make me laugh so hard sometimes!

[saltdawg.livejournal.com]

In Providence, before I caught the agoraphobia and the social anxiety became acute again; When I would go out to the newest, hippest place where the peers I came up with were hanging, me and my friends that I was out with would play the game of: "find someone in this room whom you haven't slept with. YET." It was a hard game to win. Sometimes you'd think you found someone that you just knew you never would have slept with in a million years...But your friends would be there to tell a guy: Oh, you don't remember. That was the night that someone gave you a roofie and you thought it was klonopin...

Needless to say, Providence is very small and very incestuous.

[mallorys-camera.livejournal.com]

One of the smartest, sexiest guys I ever knew became agoraphobc around the age of 35. Boom! One day he just couldn't leave his house, it was like that Buenel movie, Exterminating Angel. He was convinced it was because he'd had sex with this extremely plain and vengeful young woman. She'd cursed him, he thought.

So for the next five years, my social interactions w/Bob consisted of phone calls received at 2 in the morning during which he would beg me to slash her tires, make her fall in love with me and then drop her or somehow otherwise undermine her personal power so he'd be able to leave his house again.

[tubesoxrock.livejournal.com]

Mostly OT but what were you guys drinking that was 90 bucks a shot?!

[saltdawg.livejournal.com]

Ha! I wish I could remember. I think it was from an ancient bottle of Macallan.

[homewardangel.livejournal.com]

i awkwardly re-met a girl like that last weekend. i said pleased to meet you and pretended that she didnt recognize me under the zombie makeup rather than simply that i was forgettable.

Same

[etpilgrim.livejournal.com]

You amaze me with your perspective dawg. The liquor keeps our minds from over doing it much, doesn't it? It takes the slip into blackout to turn it off, where it lives in spite of our feelings of control.