blast from the past

last night i got a friend request from a dude named...well shew... ask me and I'll tell you his name. i'll call him good S. His name is Steven but its spelled with a "ph" not an ugly "v".
i got the friend request on my way to the gym. i'd gotten friend requests from people i don't know before, but they were at least in the same industry. i didn't have any friends or work in common with this guy. the name didn't even ring a bell, so i decided to be cheeky and write him back saying something like "don't mean to be rude, but do we know each other?" and then went on my way to the gym. when i got back, i'd gotten a message from him saying something like "yes, we hung out a bit a few years ago. i met you at some girl's house that went to Duke"
HOLY SHIT! YOU GUYS!

you've probably never heard of this guy because it was pre-Steven. it was also during some years that i am not exactly proud of. the days i was good friends with Cathy. i was into some things that i regret.

so one night, we were hanging out on Cathy's front porch and some dudes were walking down the street in front of her house. we must have been wasted or something because one of us called out to these dudes. one of them was some german dude (i think he was german. gimme a break, it was 4 years ago) and the other was good S. we somehow ended up ordering chinese, talking and falling asleep in cathy's house. just SLEEP! but it was on a school night....

good S and I really only went on one date but i remember it pretty clearly because he came to the door with a rose. i can't even tell you what we did, the beginning was just so memorable.

so when good S finally cleared the fog for me via Facebook, I felt like an IDIOT.
so i told him i owed him a drink. ha! an offer of a drink always smooths things over. right?
IDIOT.