TMI

Saturday I went to lunch with my high school best friend, K., whom I hadn’t seen in about ten years.  Catching up, I mentioned an ex who is now an Ob-Gyn.   She was surprised and said “Wow, I wonder if he still has that fetish?”

“Um, what fetish?” 

“You know, one time you guys went to a hotel and he had that very ‘unsexual‘ fetish.”  (I know, that sounds contradictory, “unsexual” and “fetish,” but I’m thinking she meant “unsexy to anyone but the ex.”)  

“Wuh?” 

I honestly have no clue.   At first I thought maybe she was confusing me with another friend but she was positive and there’s something about it that seems, well, familiar.   So I’m sure whatever it is happened.

But I have no clear memory of this event and K. won’t tell me!

This leaves me with two trains of thought.  One, that it was a big deal to me then, but wouldn’t be now, so the memory has faded.  Or, two, that it was such a big deal that I’ve totally repressed the memory!  (Okay, third, paranoid option, maybe I’m developing early onset Alzheimers to go with my lack of good breathing and iron poor blood.)  

 But, just for background, K., is not prudish (she spent 5+ years stripping) so option one  is seeming less likely.    Thus I am left scouring my brain for an elusive memory; it’s similar to not remembering someone’s name when you know you know the name but it just won’t come to you.   And it’s driving me freaking crazy.