Meme.

Stolen from Nicole.

If you can read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, please post a comment with a memory of us – even if we don’t speak very often. It can be anything you want, good or bad.

When you’re finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you. (You don’t have to do this, it was just part of the meme.)

Mostly posting this since I have no idea who all reads my blog, and it’s slightly more subtle than just demanding that people comment. 🙂

One Reply to “Meme.”

  1. My first real memory of you: you and I decided to get together for cake at Just Desserts and I was stunned and totally weirded out by the whole thing. More nervous than on any first date, and completely perplexed as to why we were doing it (because I *liked* you, but had always felt ambivalence from your side of things). I didn’t suspect any sort of ‘ulterior motive’, just.. thought the whole thing was strange. You came to my house in downtown Hamilton and met B-dog and talked to my husband and my friend Coffee and then we went for cake, and I was nervous as all fucking-get-out then, too. We drank tea and ate said cake and I had no ability to make conversation because I was totally perplexed by the whole thing and thus spent a good portion of the time together half-mute and half-babbling. Afterward, we went home and I spent a few days trying to figure out what the significance of the whole meeting was. And then we didn’t really ‘talk’ much for a few years. I kept thinking, “I have totally fucked this up somehow.” but I wasn’t sure WHAT I had fucked up.

    And now I love you and eating cake with you wouldn’t weird me out. The End.

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