G-Lexington
Lex. Icon. Devil.
I was exchanging some emails with somebody yesterday, and he mentioned a building in a nearby city. That got me thinking - "hey, that's where Bob used to work."
I hooked up with Bob a few times several years back. It was good, but we sort of had different priorities, so we just sort of stopped communicating. But it had been long enough that the memory was simply becoming fuzzily pleasant. So with that in mind, I did a Google search, and pulled up a picture of Bob with his staff at work.
And the memory ceased being fuzzily pleasant.
It wasn't because of the picture per se. Bob looked fine in it. And it's not like I saw him and thought "oh, he's not as attractive as I remembered" - he looked about the same. But something about seeing his face helped "fill in the fuzzy parts" of the memory. I remember some of the negative things, not just about him but about me - the dumb things I said and did with him. I was kind of reminded why we drifted apart, too.
Part of me is bummed. I enjoyed having Bob as a simple pleasant memory in my head, rather than the complex give-and-take that I guess such things often can be. But I guess it's a good thing, too. It's probably smart to remember that even hookups can have rough spots. And if Bob calls back, or if I get the urge to call him, I can recall what actually happened...and mull that over before making any decisions.
Lex
I hooked up with Bob a few times several years back. It was good, but we sort of had different priorities, so we just sort of stopped communicating. But it had been long enough that the memory was simply becoming fuzzily pleasant. So with that in mind, I did a Google search, and pulled up a picture of Bob with his staff at work.
And the memory ceased being fuzzily pleasant.
It wasn't because of the picture per se. Bob looked fine in it. And it's not like I saw him and thought "oh, he's not as attractive as I remembered" - he looked about the same. But something about seeing his face helped "fill in the fuzzy parts" of the memory. I remember some of the negative things, not just about him but about me - the dumb things I said and did with him. I was kind of reminded why we drifted apart, too.
Part of me is bummed. I enjoyed having Bob as a simple pleasant memory in my head, rather than the complex give-and-take that I guess such things often can be. But I guess it's a good thing, too. It's probably smart to remember that even hookups can have rough spots. And if Bob calls back, or if I get the urge to call him, I can recall what actually happened...and mull that over before making any decisions.
Lex



