Memories...Of the Smiles We Left Behind....

I lay in bed the other day nursing a hangover I got from drinking the night before with a friend of mine who was in town for two nights. I was watching movies, surfing the web and enjoying my day off, however bad the dehydration got. Then my phone rang.

"Lani, this is Nicholas."

Crickets chirping.

" We met last night in the pizza shop."

"Uh-huh..." I said.

"You don't remember me."

"No, that's not true. I vaguely remember meeting you in the pizza shop. I just don't remember what you look like."

Truth was, I didn't remember him at all. I didn't remember meeting him and I sure as hell didn't recall giving him my phone number. He even told me that he sent me a text shortly after we parted--didn't remember getting that either!! So I chatted with him a bit to try to recall anything about him. We hung up and I immediately called my friend.

"Girl, do you remember me meeting some guy last night?!?!"

"Yeah," she said, "at the pizza shop. Don't you remember? When we were walking in, you smiled at him and he followed us in. He started talking to you. He was wearing a hat and you took it off and started playing with his hair."

Oh god.

"Then we all walked out," she said, "and you started making out with him."

"WHAT?!?!"

"Yeah, you were practically manhandling him. I had to pull you away from him."

Sweet Jesus. There I was a few minutes before all warm and wrapped up in my bed watching movies and web surfing, and had this guy not called me, I never would have known he existed, never would have known what the hell I had done the night before!!

So of course now I'm wondering what the hell is wrong with him in trying to call a girl who was obviously drunk and try to set up a date with her the next day, even after it was obvious that she didn't remember him. Even crazier is that said drunk girl agreed to go out with him later that night.

My instincts were right. He was weird and I have no intention of hanging out with him again. Now I have to use my all time useful parting tool: ignore his calls until he gets the hint and stops calling. He does know where I work, but if he comes around, I guess I have to do the adult thing and tell him that I don't want to see him. However, I blame this whole mess on one thing....

JAGER.