whurfle
It is somewhat disconcerting, when trying to compile a list of one's sexual partners, to see a name appear in a list compiled some eight years earlier -- and not be able to remember a thing about the person.
On the other hand (four fingers and a thumb, and some ink stains, most likely), it's a name that's been duplicated, and every other time a name was duplicated, I added a surname initial to the second appearance, so there's a chance that because I was writing them in columns, I repeated it unintentionally.
If not, whoever you were, I am sorry I can't remember anything about you.
(And yet, as I looked at every other name, I could remember vivid details -- scent, the way fingers were splayed across my back as they held me in an embrace, laughter, the taste of sweat -- so the fact that this person left no memory makes me wonder if he indeed existed, or if he might well be a writing error. I'm perfectly willing to assume that I've had imaginary lovers, though.)
On the other hand (four fingers and a thumb, and some ink stains, most likely), it's a name that's been duplicated, and every other time a name was duplicated, I added a surname initial to the second appearance, so there's a chance that because I was writing them in columns, I repeated it unintentionally.
If not, whoever you were, I am sorry I can't remember anything about you.
(And yet, as I looked at every other name, I could remember vivid details -- scent, the way fingers were splayed across my back as they held me in an embrace, laughter, the taste of sweat -- so the fact that this person left no memory makes me wonder if he indeed existed, or if he might well be a writing error. I'm perfectly willing to assume that I've had imaginary lovers, though.)