The Lost Plum…

So I’m out at lunch with a friend I haven’t seen in almost a year since she’s been out of the city for work. I telling my friend about my boy, my guy, dare I say it: my boyfriend.

And I’m telling his “story” the details, you know how girl-friends talk.

I’m not talking very loud, as I tend to be soft spoken, if you can imagine that!

We’re chatting away about “baby boy” and all of a sudden this girl from the table next to me leans over.

SIDEBAR: tables in NY tend to be very close together, and sometimes you feel like you are dinning with strangers.

“Are you talking about “baby boy”?”

“Yes” I say with my mouth, but my eyes were totally saying “nosey bitch”

She gives me this look and says with some terrible white girl attitude, “Good luck with that.”

My friend of course jumps in “what the fuck bitch…first off you’re the one in need of luck that we don’t…”

I of course can only giggle at the situation, as my friend is ripping this chick a new one.

She trails off as the girl and her friend sign their cheque and exit.

I could let this situation run for hours in my head, and I’d probably be lying if I said I didn’t want to know what that lanky bad nose, bad teeth chick was talking about, but more likely I just kind of laugh at the ridiculousness that is life, and more likely women…we are crazy sometimes!

Who does things like that?

Guy: Fuck me if I’m wrong and crazy, but your name is Bertha right?

Me: Umm… no.

Guy: I thought it was. Crazy right?

Me: Yeah, I guess.

Guy: So you agree I was wrong and crazy. Guess we have to fuck now.

When you dress yourself up to impress you need to redo the polish on your nasty long toenails….just saying. Cause when your peep toe shoes look like their own personal genocide, no one finds it attractive.

I’ve always had a tendency to say what I’m thinking…. well without thinking.

I’ll mutter things under my breath, make comments or comebacks that might have always been quick on the draw but sometimes may have been inappropriate.

I’ve many times caught myself on a date saying, “I’m sorry we just meet and I’m already making fun of you” which by the way all were funny comments. (I can be hilarious at times)

When I got my big corporate job this had to change. Which some people found funny, as I had to be professional at an establishment many view as quite the opposite. I had got pretty good not saying things, but needed to started mastering the art of not making sounds. You know those sounds of disbelief that escape your mouth when someone would say something utterly stupid in a meeting.

SIDEBAR: I somewhat mastered this…somewhat.

The facial feature looks of disgust I’m still working on. I’m pretty terrible at making faces.

But when I’m comfortable. Truly at easy and enjoying myself I resort back to my old ways, and have a tendency to say things aloud without thinking. In fact many times I say things aloud that I think I am only thinking in my head.

FACT: this may or may not steam from the fact that I spend many hours working from home alone now, and say things to myself out loud.

Well sometimes accidently saying what I’m thinking gets me into trouble and sometimes it’s down right embarrassing:

Things were hot and heavy, and it’s going really good. I’m totally in the moment. We’re both in the moment…. the missionary moment. And the moment is good.

A thought pops in my head.

He stops.

I open my eyes.

He is staring at me with a puzzled but scared and mixed with a little concern look.

“Are you serious?” He says.

“What?”

“Do you?”

Awkward silence, for a minute as he’s looking down at me and I’m looking up.

With shock on my face, “Did I say that out loud!?”

“Did you think you didn’t!?”

“Oh my god! I thought it in my head!” I begin to laugh from mainly embracement.

He beings to laugh.

“I’m so embarrassed…..I didn’t mean to say that out loud”

I’m hiding my face in a pillow I’m so embarrassed but yet I’m shaking from uncontrollable laughter.

After what feels like 15 minutes of us both laughing a silence falls. He reaches over and hugs me, kisses my head and in his best Plum impression repeats what I had said.

“I think I have to fart?”

In a relationship…scratch that…in a straight relationship there is one thing I think runs true.

SIDEBAR: I say ’straight’ relationship, but what I should really say is any relationship involving a straight male. Because let’s just get it out there that the straight male is a bread on to its self.

We’ve all heard the term “forgive and forget” but I think guys have a tendency to think this statement actually means, “forgot therefore forgiven”

But there is one important fact that needs to be said here:

Guys never remember that girls never forget!

It’s true. We don’t forget. Unless we are bat-shit crazy, or take medication that messes with our memory. But who wants to date that?

Girls will always remember. Remembering is different then forgiveness. Girls can forgive you for your stupidity, but they will always know (remember) you are stupid.

She will remember you burping in her mouth, you saying her dress looked funny, saying her best friend was pretty, you cheating on her, you saying you were a boob man and she’s an A cup, you being a drunk idiot, and even you telling her that her cooking one evening wasn’t so hot.

A girl remembers forever.

That’s why girl-on-girl fights are so long, and so nasty. We can bring shit up from way back when. We remember!

Something maybe forgiven, or never mentioned again, but you better believe that your girl remembers the event going down.

This maybe whys people claim women need affirmations in relationships. We need to be told we are beautiful, and wonderful, and that you love us and only us…..because we’ll always remember those time you said/did something that made us feel the opposite.