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October 13th, 2009
 | 10:08 pm - I do appreciate a nice memory
So, today on the tram into the city for interning, I met up with a guy whom I vaguely recalled from my time at IH. First year, residential college, oh back in the day....
So we got chatting, about what we've been up to since then, our respective degrees, what we've been up to, what we are going to do after exams, etcetera and so forth. Nice little chat and all, ended up lasting for fully half my tram ride.
Just one problem: I hadn't the faintest idea what the guy's name was. I still don't know what it is.
In fact, the only things I can recall about the man in question are that he lived on my floor at IH. And that he looked quite good shirtless.
(What, of course it's more important to remember what a guy looks like shirtless than what his name is. Duh. It's an inevitable consequence of communal co-ed bathrooms.)
Which made for an interesting start for the day. Everything seemed kind of dull from there on in.
Current Mood:  nostalgic
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What, of course it's more important to remember what a guy looks like shirtless than what his name is.
I, for one, approve of your priorities. If there is going to be ogling in this world, it may as well be equal opportunity. I hate carrying conversations with people whose names I can't recall (and it happens so often...). It takes me forever to get people's names down. It tends to happen to me if I am introduced to groups of people at once.
But the worst part of this is, since I've no wayof finding out what his name actually is, he's going to be permanently down in my memory as "That IH guy that looks good shirtless". There was only one? There were plenty at Newman... Oh, there were others. But this guy was on my floor, shared my bathroom, and we tended to have showers at the same time, so seeing him shirtless was a fairly regular occurrence. |
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