While back in hometown this weekend, I ran into an old friend from high school. I am officially at the age where phrases such as "old friend from high school" are a fitting description. Ugh. Regardless, seeing him was a riot. I think it's pretty hilarious how people remember the same things, yet, we remember them differently. For example:
Me: The first time I ever got drunk was at your house.
Him: Yeah, it was awesome. You were always the good one, always the DD, always taking care of us. Then you started begging me for a drink.
Me: Um, no. You guys picked on me so much that I took one giant schwig of Goldschlager just to shut you up.
Him: Yeah, seeing you drunk was pretty hilarious. But then you just disappeared without saying goodbye.
Me: Um, no. You idiots let me drive home and it was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life.
Fast forward to twenty minutes later in the conversation.
Him: I'm going to have to tell my girlfriend I ran into you. I hope she doesn't get mad.
Me: Why would she get mad? Is she a super jealous person?
Him: No, but considering our past, I should probably tell her.
Me: What past? So we made out once. That was, like, a hundred years ago!
Him: We did more than make out.
Me: No, we didn't.
Him: Yeah, we did.
Me: No. We. Didn't.
Him: Linds, I've seen you naked.
Me: Big deal. I mooned everyone in high school. I had an issue with boundaries.
Him: No, more than that. Don't you remember?
Me: You are making this up. We never slept together.
Him: But we almost did. Don't you remember? Jenni's grandparents' house? The party in the summer?
Me: I remember the party but I don't remember getting naked with you.
Him: We going at it in her grandparents' room. Then I asked you if you really wanted to go through with it. You laughed and told me you were not going to sleep with me in the first place. And I said, "Well, why'd you let me take off all your clothes?" and you rolled your eyes and said, "Oh, my god." Then you saw a big crucifix hanging on the wall and said, "Oh, my GOD!" and ran out.
Him: So. Do you remember now?
Me: Um, yeah. I had kind-of blocked that out.
Him: So, what do you have to say for yourself?