Monday Memories

I have been considering doing a weekly column post for a
while now. I’ve always thought it would help me to have at least one day when I
already know what I’m going to write about. Shannon encouraged me to brainstorm ideas and I have come up with Memory Monday.

As the name implies, every Monday I will write about one of my memories. Already,
as I’ve been thinking about which memories to write about, I’ve found some I hadn’t thought of in years. I
would love it if you all would join me. Our memories are where we came from.
Sharing them with others can give us all a new perspective on our virtual
friends. Your memories can be in words
or pictures or both! Let me know if you participate and I will provide a link
to you on my sidebar. 

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Although I consider myself to be an intelligent woman, I
have to say that sometimes I’m one taco short of a fiesta pack. Here is my
proof.

In high school two of my best friends were guys (for the
purposes of this story let’s call them Randy and Aaron). At least once every
weekend we would go out together and have a great time. I listened to them when
they had problems with girls and they listened to me as I bemoaned my poor
choices in dates.

One Friday night they picked me up from work. My
understanding was that it would be Randy, Aaron, Aaron’s girlfriend, and me. We’d
party hop, drag the strip, whatever. It’s Small Town, after all. If we didn’t spend
the whole night at the arcade we’d be ahead of the curve. Instead, we went to a
place we called The Grass Highway. It was basically a bunch of wheat fields
outside of town. I figured there was a party out there or something so I kept
looking for the other cars. Instead we parked the car and Aaron and his
girlfriend got out and said they’d be back later. Randy and I were in the back
seat.

Anyone see what’s going on here? Yeah, well, I didn’t. I
seriously thought we would be leaving in a few minutes after Aaron and GF found
what they were looking for and came back. I sat in the back seat of that car
and talked to Randy for two hours. Looking back on it, I see that Randy was
making several moves on me and I was oblivious to all them. It never occurred
to me that one of my BFFs would be making the moves on me. To this day I wonder
what would have been had I used my women’s intuition, or at the very least, my
brain. I can only hope that Wild Thing will be as naïve as I was and that
Max’s girlfriends will be just as clueless.

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