Archive for August 9th, 2006

Forgettable

Wednesday, August 9th, 2006

“…blah, blah, blah, you know men don’t normally notice these things.”

I tune in at this point because I am curious to know what men don’t notice – I think perhaps I can use it to my advantage at some point in the distant future, if ever an attractive man should hove into view.

“What?”

“You know, men don’t notice these things, neh, so I don’t know why she was so upset.”

“What things? What are you talking about? I wasn’t listening.”

“OK, let me give you the picture, neh? What would you do in this picture, OK?”

“OK.”

“I went to a party, neh? And I met a girl there, and I had sex with her, and so forth.”

I involuntarily raise my eyes to the ceiling, and he misunderstands me.

“Safe sex, don’t worry.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Anyway, neh, I am in the sushi place. I like the sushi place, you know, I’m there a lot, a lot of times. And then, yesterday, I’m in there, and I realize the girl in the sushi place who always serves me, the one she always talks to me, and now she’s not talking to me any more, and I realize that this is the girl I had sex with, and I didn’t notice.”

I groan inwardly.

“So, now I’m thinking, what? What is she thinking of me? What would you think if it was you?”

“I’d probably think you were a total wanker,” I say, disappointed that as far as he is concerned, the things that men don’t notice are women. I don’t know why I’m surprised.

He pauses and looks thoughtful.

“Is that good or bad?”