Thursday, May 03, 2007

Seven Years of Life, Summed Up in Business Cards

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.


Nanuk of the North said...

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

gsdgsd13 said...

Never fear -- I'm several thousand levels of pathetic away from trying to rekindle the embers of any of these.

Nanuk of the North said...

P.S. I love the fact that Shane is smoking on t.v. He was so damn cool.

Ice Cream Jonsey said...

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!

nick said...

extra points for using the word patina in a sentence. i love rogue & oft abandoned words.

The Wall said...

But really, where would we be without our Bad Decisions? Wait, don't answer that!