I started to write about men and women being "just" friends and found myself sitting at my desk for a bit, ruminating on my history regarding this topic. I suppose I can blame it on withering brain cells, but I find it more difficult to pluck the past from my head these days. I decided to dig into my blog archives and look for posts I've written about my past relationships and love affairs (or so to speak). And after the second or third I was amazed at all the little details I''ve already forgotten by now. I'm also quite surprised that I'd revealed so much, actually. But that's just the way this blog has evolved -- as I have -- these past eight years.
So excuse me if tonight's post will have to be tomorrow's; for now I can't stop reading. Normally I don't go back and reread what I've posted, and I certainly don't go back that far (with 570 posts and counting, it's no easy task anyway). But it's like picking one of my old diaries and seeing myself through the lens of my younger self. Since the time I posted these stories I've actually met up with some of the men I wrote about, with varied though definitely interesting results overall.
Maybe there's a book somewhere here, but I don't know if the "me" today can still say so much. Or maybe I just did.
i ALWAYS enjoy reading your stories. Brings me back to the days of typing.
Posted by: macgary | July 20, 2012 at 01:38 AM
Haha! I know exactly what you mean. ;)
Posted by: Gigi | July 23, 2012 at 02:53 PM