How to lose a guy in ten DM’s. Or Less.

PART1
The Ultimate Step by Step DIY

A lifetime ago, I met D. Let's call him D. 

I wish I could really recall exactly how many years ago that was, but I don’t. Which is a little weird –a tad humiliating - but the truth is there's a lot of details about that period of my life that has just faded away from my brain. Puff! Just like that! Like magic. It just did. Naturally.

I’ve been trying very hard to extract my memories with D. from the depths of my hippocampus. But…mehh…nothing! Absolutely nothing! Zero. Nada. Is this what selective memory is? I did bump my head hard three times. Two times in motorcycle accidents. The other when I was working at a bar. I’m pretty sure there’s a Freudian theory out there somewhere that explains this phenomenon! If you know which one, be sure to let me know.

I’ve tried everything for the last couple of weeks! Every – frickin - thing! Meditation, past lives regression therapy, return to the womb meditation, target image visualization. Everything I possibly could to figure out a way to bring the memories of this gentleman back to my awareness.

You name it.

I did it.

I discovered some fantastic, unimaginable things. Other surprises happened that seemed like oddly connected  I even came across a few guys that were the spitting image of D. Can you believe it? Yap!

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But memories with D.?

When you get old – older! – you want your memories to be like your money. You want your memories to work for you. I feel awkwardly guilty for not having many memories about D.

Plus, D. wasn’t exactly the kind of person you can easily forget. Stunningly good looking, sweet, considerate. Great heart. Why the hell have my memories of D. just vanished?

Throughout the years I remembered D., though. More times than I’d like to admit, to be honest. Multiple times in multiple occasions. He sometimes popped in my head. For my surprise and amazement. We have a bunch of friends in common and when my past folder unintentionally stalks my brain, sometimes D. jumps in. Unannounced.

If you had asked me just a couple of weeks ago if I would ever write about D., I’d tell you there’d be a million other people I’d imagine myself writing about.

But D.?  No. Not D.. No, no, no, no no. Not in a gazillion years.

D. would probably be the last guy on this galaxy – or on any of the other 200 billion galaxies out there - that I’d be ever writing about.

But now he’s not.

Because here I am. Doing the unimaginable.

Here I am.

Sitting on the porch of a beach café.

Watching the sun go down. Sipping a glass of water.  

And writing.

About D..

So the adage applies and the lesson’s learned. Never say never. Not that I ever said never. I mean I never say never. I don’t even believe in never, much less say it -  but isn’t it awesome  - totally unnecessary in my view - when life rewards you – in this case it’s a little bit more of a punishment – with a tiny little wee reminder of that?

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