memory serves...

sometimes memory serves good meals.

as i'm struggling not to call my ex-doc, who will soon receive a new name since i'm getting allergic to the term doc, i recall an interesting statement. we were at epcot when the right moment in the conversation struck to ask him why he had not married before (or specifically, at 23 when his brother did). his response was epic, and immediately struck me as a red flag more than anything else he'd said before. and that was a prophetic red flag, in hindsight.

anyway, he said immediately without pause, ' "what was her name again?" that's pretty much what you could say about any girl i've dated at any time." and i was like hmmm....

i didn't realize how interesting that statement would become to me.