Tuesday, November 18, 2008

The Need to Post

Recently, a girl I knew from my freshman year of college (was it really 1985?!) contacted me to ask about a career in radiology. At first, I thought it was a scam, but something about the email made me curious, so I responded. Turns out she's legit and has beautiful kids, including one who's getting ready to graduate from high school.

Here's the problem - she knows a few things about me. It's almost like we've talked before. Tonight she sent me an email and asked about racquetball. I played racquetball in college, but dammit, I think I've spoken with her more recently than 23 years ago. Why can't I remember?

I'm not that old, dammit! I'm 41. My mind can't be going already, can it? And this is a girl you don't soon forget, either! Get me a few drinks in Vegas (3 weeks!) and I'll tell you some stories. Of course I'll embellish a little, but I don't have to all that much in this case.

I'll leave you with this - I dated her roommate, but secretly had a crush on her. You know, classic freshman stuff. But one night...

I'll save it for Vegas.

4 comments:

The Sister of DrChako and Mrs. Chako said...

Oh my god...you have visions of whatever you want. I, on the other hand, have visions of cow tipping! BANZAI!

BamBam said...

Uh........

For those of us NOT getting the opportunity to WBPT this December...

An E-Mail on the topic would be nice !

:)

The Wife said...

Wouldn't a "Happy Birthday To My Wonderful Wife" post been more appropriate than "I have the hots for some chick I knew back when . . ."?

Just sayin'

Instant Tragedy said...

Um, what she said...

:-)

IT