Lost

Menefee intellect is something different from the rest of the intelligence floating around. If you wanted to, we could talk about history, philosophy, religion, or politics for hours. If you wanted me to remember your name, however, you're out of luck.

Tonight David, his girlfriend, and I went out to Cozy's. Fun times. At some point, his girlfriend asked me if I liked Chinese girls. I said I liked the ones that were like the girl at the bar. Of all the girls in China I like, our bar tender fit my descriptions the most. Cute, glasses (I don't know what it is with Chinese girls and glasses), American(ish) style, petite. David and his girlfriend immediately started pestering me to get her number and ask for a date.

I refused. At first, anyway. After loosing a game of billiards I found my way back to a stool facing her. We chatted for probably 20 minutes. She told me she wanted to study Japanese in Beijing and then showed me how to say "I love you" in Japanese. I walked away with her number. Things were looking awesome: a really cute English-speaking Chinese girl wanted to have lunch with me sometime this week. As Jared Boice would say; Rock!!

Later that night, at another place, I took out my small paper treasure and began memorizing her Chinese name: Ju. Too bad I didn't memorize the number because I left it on the table or something. I got home and searched my pockets... no number. David suggested I go back to Cozy's and get her number but, ey... "Hey... yeah... I, umm... lost your... number?... yeah... could I get another one to go please?"

I get a bit tired of losing things and forgetting things. One of my clearest childhood memories was a three day search for a fake plastic Maverick missile that fell off my AH-64 diecast metal Apache helicopter. These metal jet fighter replicas were my favorite toys as a kid... but I'd always loose them or their components. As I got older, it became things like birth certificates, 1040EZ IRS forms, passports, pyschiatric evaluations of one of my students requiring my notes...

So it goes for the Menefee mind...
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