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Originally posted by greatwhitenorthchick
Ok, just for you - this is one I pull out of the bank now and then because I think it is sort of funny and does not out me - I am afraid the best ones are kind of outable.
I used to walk to work past this store every day (this was when I was a waitress). One day, this guy (cute) came out of the store and said something like "you walk by here every day and I don't know who you are - we are having a bbq on Sunday, do you want to come by?" And I said no, but give me your number and come into my work sometime. This was when I was living with my boyfriend and I knew it was going to be over soon and was planning for the single life by collecting numbers (I was 19, sue me).
So six months later I called him. By then I had broken up with my boyfriend and moved out (with twin bed in tow, which by now, I desparately wanted to get rid of). We went out, got drunk and ended up at my place in the twin bed. It was kind of ho-hum, but anyway - I got up to get a drink of water or something and wander about, wondering whether he is going to stay over or not. I wander back to the bedroom and my bed is on fucking fire. On fire!! With him in it. So I grab this big saucepan and fill it with water, panicking sort of, and throw it on him. The fire still doesn't go out so I grab another big bucket and throw it on the bed, and another. And the fire goes out. I had no smoke detector at the time. (bad me).
Anyway, miraculously, he is not burned (except for some tiny burn on his leg), but my bed is ruined and it stinks to high heaven. I tell him that I think he should leave. So he does and I end up getting rid of that stupid bed and everything is fine.
But about three years later, I am working in a totally different place, part time now b/c I am in school, but who should walk in. And he sits down and I say "hello, how are you" knowing full well who it is, Mr. Pyro. And he doesn't fucking recognize me. I ask him if he has set any beds on fire lately and he looks at me with such a blank look that it is hard to believe he is acting. I think he had no idea who I was. Weird.
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I assume he had been smoking in bed, no?
Some folks are very wierd in their recollections. I was at a wedding a few weeks ago where some guy told my wife's friend that he had sex with her during high school within earshot of a group of us. The friend politely said "No, we had a 69, but never intercourse", which of course made the group of us standing nearby listen more intently. The guy (who was a total tool) insisted they had had sex and the friend got pissed. Eventually, the two started arguing. The friend is not liar, not did she drink a lot in high school, so here recollection of who she fucked was crystalline, yet this cat would not relent, and in fact rambled on about details of thier alleged sex. I believe some people have amazing abilities in regard to altering their past in their own heads, and I'll bet the guy who burned your bed did exactly that. Its a really scary power of the mind, but it sounds like in your situation, it worked to your advantage, since the sex wasn't memorable anyway...
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