Monday, August 21st 2006
You Were Only Decent
Before I left Boston for LA we had the hottest days of the summer. While my roommate and friends were complaining of exhaustion and void of any energy, I was charged; laying carpet, cooking, cleaning and designing my t-shirts. That is the weather that my body is supposed to be in, it must be in my Mediterranean genes. Moist heat is glorious to me.
So here is another little amusing story involving faulty memory. To make sure the full effect is administered I must give you the history. I hooked up with this guy a while back when I was still living in Boston full time. It was fine, no fireworks, bells or trombones, but decent. Well I had seen him upon my returning here off and on and I said hi to him every time. Every time I said hi I was met with a smug response that led to me to believe he was a dick; typical stereo type Boston Mofo.
I was not going to back down and I kept saying hello to him and kept getting the same response. Fine. Whateva! Then I met some co-workers out, an old friend had returned from NYC and was working back with all of us at Aquitaine, so the evening was very sentimental since it was the first time I had seen him since he was back. As I walked in to the bar who was my friend sitting with? You got it….the MOFO. I became quite cocky and confrontational. When we were introduced, he acting as if he never met me and I responded with “Good to see you again” “Again? Have we met?”
This cannot be real, is he serious? But he was. I then moved over next to him and began to tell him how we met. His smug look was replaced with a blank stare. It was then that I realized that this was not the man I had slept with. I told him that I thought we had been together and he said that it wasn’t so because he would have surely remembered. Good answer. After ordering another beer and a couple of nervous laughs, I shook it off and asked him for his card.
What is Mofo? Sorry I’m a foreigner!
Wow Johnny! Just when I thought your words were leading me in a specific direction the compass was yanked from my hands! At the beginning of your entry I was under the natural assumption that your man friend was harboring bitterness, perhaps as a result of your inability to requite certain feelings. However, the end result was beyond anything I could have predicted. I bet you were adorable red face and all!
How cool that you can tell this story — must be why your blog remains so engaging. Your effort in understanding this perceived slight shows strong character and a well-defined sense of self-confidence. (Why does this sound like Psych 101? It’s way too early in the morning … and you probably haven’t even had your Wheaties yet!)
MoFo is short for motherfucker, although not quite so offensive in the abbreviated form. It’s kind of like SOB for son of a bitch.
Hey Rita. Well, thanks for noticing. I try
. I was well into lunch when I got this. How’s Philly, gurl?
And thus my vocabulary has expanded yet again!
Thank you Boy Wonder!
Greetz
Fré
(http://occie17th.livejournal.com/)
How’s Philly? The weather’s been behaving. Family and friends are well. And one of my best ‘blast-from-the-past’ buddies is visiting from D.C. All in all, I’d have to say … kinda pleasant. And thank your for asking.