Friday, May 23, 2008

This may be getting out of hand

So, in my last post, I introduced you to this girl who randomly messaged me on MySpace asking if we dated. Apparently my blog and my 2,600 pictures on Flickr weren't enough to help her deduce if she dated me or not.

Well, there's been some correspondence since ...

And then I said ...

And then she said ...

!!! I mean ... !!! If anyone knows me, Chili's is about as nice a restaurant as I can muster. Seriously, though, she always thinks about me? This might be getting out of hand. I'm wondering at this point if I should just let this thing fade away. And then before I could even respond, she drops another one on me ...

What is going on here? Let's assume for a second that we had dated. What kind of weird conversation is this? She doesn't remember what happened, but she's sorry? So, in summary, she doesn't remember me (obviously), she doesn't remember what restaurant we went to, and she doesn't remember ... pretty much anything. What exactly spurred her to think I was who she's thinking of at all? With a memory like hers, she could know everyone on MySpace. And gone to a nice restaurant with all of them. And then made all of them mad. And felt bad about that.

Well, taking into account that I might be a horrible person, I chose to continue to play long with this ...

That's where we're at. More fuzzy memories to come ... I gotta assume.


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1 comment:

Grant said...

Seriously, though, those breadsticks are so damn good. I worked at an Olive Garden for about a year, and the only good memory I have is those damned breadsticks. I miss those things...really.