The past slips away

[lnr]

Strange mood, at least partly brought on by the A-Z quiz. Number of partners you see. I *think* I've still managed to list them all by first name. In more or less the right order, and I only nearly missed one of them out. And I could mostly add surnames too, apart from the one I never knew. But also apart from Ian. And given what a giant milestone in my life that was I just can't quite believe I can't even remember his name properly. I don't want to forget. I feel like it ought to be branded into me forever just how bad things can be when you *really* fuck up. I don't hate myself for it any more, and I don't even really blame myself for the eventual outcome, but while I don't think it would be good for me to dwell on it much or spend too much time remembering how bad I felt at the time I don't want to let it just drift away. And remembering his name would be part of remembering the good things about it too. Which are worth hanging onto.

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[damerell.livejournal.com]

"Hello my name is SARAH how may I serve you?"

A friend of mind protests of one incident that he knew her name in the evening, but was too drunk to remember it the morning after. Hmmm.