Attended the second anniversary party of my regular hangout last night, and was kind of perturbed to find it a parade of girls that I've hit on once or twice. As I told a friend late in the evening, it was a Greatest Hits of my bad decisions -- I winced a lot as memories came back.
I'm a pretty quiet guy, aside from the occasional impromptu and unrequested lecture on the dissolution of Yugoslavia, aside from the occasional attempt to do the "Electric Slide" in a crowded restaurant, aside from occasionally singing Pogues songs to an unappreciative audience. So it's disconcerting to be at a place where I've drunkenly chased most of the girls at one point or another.
The result, I guess, of hanging out at the same place four times a week. And perhaps an indication I need to branch out a bit.
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I only have one drawer in the whole condo -- the kitchen cabinets are in a layout that makes them impossible -- and beyond some batteries and instruction manuals, it's really all people's cards. Most of those, girls I've met in some capacity over the years.
Flipping through them, some have a patina of disappointment and regret, some make me cringe, many I don't remember at all. Some I dated a few times, some blew me off, some I blew off. Some of them, I woke up the next morning excited to call the girl -- others fell victim to the cold light of sobriety. There's real estate agents, doctors, hairdressers, consultants, importers, waitresses, lawyers, non-profit workers.
I don't know why I keep them. I'm not planning on calling them ("Hey, remember me? We met at Noche in 2004"), I'm not hoping they call me. I have no trouble tossing out a number scrawled on a napkin. But somehow, tossing out someone's business card seems... rude, I guess. A bit of bad luck.
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The Pogues. The good thing about singing along drunk to them is that no matter how drunk you are, Shane was drunker.
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What a regretful sounding post for a guy your age. You need a drink or six.
Also, you made it clear you won't do this, but I must emphasize: unless you want to be known somewhere as a Sex & The City-type El Creepo do NOT phone up a woman you met once 4 years ago. Really, that's El Creepo.
On the positive side, you inspired me to write the post about Shane I've been meaning to write for a couple of weeks. thanks for that! Cheers! hic
Never fear -- I'm several thousand levels of pathetic away from trying to rekindle the embers of any of these.
P.S. I love the fact that Shane is smoking on t.v. He was so damn cool.
This is unacceptable. I wish I had a sister so I could make her date you. Anyway, when you vacation in Colorado next we'll be lining you up. You're a good looking, financially successful, educated guy, and this sort of thing is rapidly becoming the #1 mystery in my life. And a mystery like this is irresistible!
extra points for using the word patina in a sentence. i love rogue & oft abandoned words.
But really, where would we be without our Bad Decisions? Wait, don't answer that!
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