It’s funny the associations our minds make. The weirdest things make me think about people, places, events. Okay, I’ll be blunt – guys I once dated. I walked out of my apartment today to take out the trash and one glance at my parking space reminded me of my last few moments with Cameron. It’s so random. I see that parking space every day. I walk to and from it every day. But tonight, in the dark, I couldn’t help but think about Cameron’s red truck, parked in that space, walking him to it after our third, and what turned out to be our final, date. I remembered kissing him goodbye, walking away as he got it, and the smile on his face. How the hell was I supposed to know it would be the last time I saw him?
I have a blue shirt that I bought a couple of years ago for a first date with a guy named Than. A year later, I wore the shirt on another first date, this time with a guy named Geoff. Neither of those relationships ended particularly well. Now, every time I see that damn blue shirt hanging in my closet, I think about those two men.
After our second date, Cameron sent me a flirty text saying how much fun he’d had and thanking me for the chapstick (which I thought was an incredibly cute way of acknowledging our first kiss without straight out saying anything about it). I happen to be addicted to chapstick, Softlips in particular. I carry it with me at all times. On the night of our second date, I had a new “flavor” of Softlips with me – Winter Mint. Now, every time I pull out Winter Mint, I can’t help but think of that damn text message.
I watched Gone in 60 Seconds with a guy I briefly dated in college, Stu. So now, every time I see it on tv, I’m taken back to the moment in his apartment when we watched it, cuddled on the couch together.
Ugh. Stupid, stupid brain. You are NOT helping.