11.08.2005 A girl I sat across from on the subway tonight looked strikingly similar to a girl I went on a date with on June 26th, 2002. I can say it was this date with absolute certainty not because my memory is worth a damn--because it's not--but because that was the night I vowed to never again eat homefries (a promise, like few others, I'm proud to say I've kept).
I can remember very little about that date. For instance, I have no idea whether I asked her out or whether she asked me. I'm guessing that I asked her--which seems improbable, because I'm a coward--but I seem to remember enjoying the date more than she did, which makes me think it was my idea. The whole homefries thing was just my lame attempt to liven things up. I told her that I'd open the menu, point at something randomly, and never eat it again. Homefries.
What I don't understand is--how did that date happen? Did I run into her in some retail store and ask her out? Did we talk for hours at some dull Connecticut house party? Neither of these situations sounds terribly like me, but I don't know what else to think.
It was one of the two "dates" I've been on in my life, and it was dull, nerve-wracking, and ultimately disappointing. But I find myself fascinated by its circumstances.
