I’ve been wondering that for a long time. See, way back when, like, twelve years ago, I finally got up the balls to call this guy and ask him on a date. It was a disaster. But it was a totally memorable disaster. He was hot. I watched him in the halls all the time. See, way back when, I was a lowly freshman, hadn’t really found my voice yet. So anyway, I finally call him (did I mention he was a senior at the time? Yah, I set my sights high!) and we go play pool. I was on crutches. Mmmm yah. Exactly. But I love playing a good game of 9 ball, so off we went! I don’t think I ever called him after that or he ever called me. Mores the pity, he was a good looking guy.
So he graces my thoughts every now and then, not like, obsessivly or anything. I’m not insane. Just one of those memories you never forget, right?
So I’ve been digging around on myspace and the like for the past couple of days, looking up folks I went to elm. school with, shit like that. So I plug mr. one date’s name in. He wrote back. Pretty cool. He’s doing what he wanted, it looks like, always a good thing! I hope I didn’t come across as a freak for writing him, out of the blue. I have a habit of doing that shit.
So, what makes us do things? Fuck if I know. But I love riding the impulse!
