Five years ago today, I met Josh.
I’m embarrassed to admit that HE had to remind ME of this fact. He has a crazy memory about some things.
Like, “Remember the last time we were here? You were wearing a blue dress and I was talking to someone about how Radiohead’s sound has evolved and we were both drinking that cherry stout…?”
I guess I kind of like that (in some ways) we defy the stereotype. Sometimes I’m the lazy boorish one who needs to be reminded of important dates. We would make an awful sitcom. Maybe I should work on being more of a shrew and he should work on being more of an oaf.
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