I asked TheBF, "Do you remember going to some guy's birthday party and swimming naked in his pool?"
"What? No." He reacted exactly the same way I did. That is, until a very fuzzy memory began to come into focus.
"Really? Because I have memory of you stripping down and diving into a pool at a party." In the memory, we were by a pool in the middle of the night, with sounds of music, talking, laughter, and horny drunken half-naked people chasing each other around and squealing in delight. I also remembered feeling really proud of how gorgeous TheBF looked, so proud that he had come with me. That was MY date.
"Wait..." He thought about it for a moment. "Yeah... It was in the middle of the woods, right?"
"I don't remember. All I remember is seeing you stripping down to go swimming at a party, but I don't remember me doing it. Do you?"
"No..." First I couldn't believe that we went skinny dipping at a party like that, and then we actually managed to forget about it. Who forgets something like that?
"Were we drunk? Because I can't remember anything else."
"Neither can I. It had to have been when we first started dating. Didn't Greg bring us there?"
"See, I thought he was one of Charlene's friends."
"Oh," he said. It couldn't have been one of our regular friends who took us, because they would have ribbed us about it and wouldn't have let us forget about it, but it would have to have been someone we trusted not to make us sorry for our behavior who could take us to a party where we didn't know anyone else, and both Greg and Charlene fit that description. Greg is a bar-crawlin' hipster who is much younger than either of us. Charlene is a very popular and locally semi-famous goth/steampunk author who is friends with lots of gamers and geeks and fetishy people. While both attend wild parties where skinny dipping wouldn't be unusual, it would be very difficult to be confused about which social group we were with at that party. You wouldn't confuse Urban Outfitters with Hot Topic. It was proof that we really couldn't remember anything about that night.
I explained why I was asking, "See, I just got this message from the guy whose birthday it was. He says that people said we looked like two perfect statues in the moonlight."
"Friend him. I like him already," he commanded without hesitation.
"What? No." He reacted exactly the same way I did. That is, until a very fuzzy memory began to come into focus.
"Really? Because I have memory of you stripping down and diving into a pool at a party." In the memory, we were by a pool in the middle of the night, with sounds of music, talking, laughter, and horny drunken half-naked people chasing each other around and squealing in delight. I also remembered feeling really proud of how gorgeous TheBF looked, so proud that he had come with me. That was MY date.
"Wait..." He thought about it for a moment. "Yeah... It was in the middle of the woods, right?"
"I don't remember. All I remember is seeing you stripping down to go swimming at a party, but I don't remember me doing it. Do you?"
"No..." First I couldn't believe that we went skinny dipping at a party like that, and then we actually managed to forget about it. Who forgets something like that?
"Were we drunk? Because I can't remember anything else."
"Neither can I. It had to have been when we first started dating. Didn't Greg bring us there?"
"See, I thought he was one of Charlene's friends."
"Oh," he said. It couldn't have been one of our regular friends who took us, because they would have ribbed us about it and wouldn't have let us forget about it, but it would have to have been someone we trusted not to make us sorry for our behavior who could take us to a party where we didn't know anyone else, and both Greg and Charlene fit that description. Greg is a bar-crawlin' hipster who is much younger than either of us. Charlene is a very popular and locally semi-famous goth/steampunk author who is friends with lots of gamers and geeks and fetishy people. While both attend wild parties where skinny dipping wouldn't be unusual, it would be very difficult to be confused about which social group we were with at that party. You wouldn't confuse Urban Outfitters with Hot Topic. It was proof that we really couldn't remember anything about that night.
I explained why I was asking, "See, I just got this message from the guy whose birthday it was. He says that people said we looked like two perfect statues in the moonlight."
"Friend him. I like him already," he commanded without hesitation.
