play time.. a little fantasy
Jack Hampster has an interesting post on his blog requesting readers to leave a comment for him describing a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
Taking him up on the challenge, I left the below comment:
Remember that Sunday morning we were sitting at Cafe Flore, bored out of our skulls watching the club kids tweaking in the corner, picking at their scabs and gulping large glasses of coffee to keep them ever alert.
I think it was you that came up with the idea of causing a scene for pure entertainment purposes. You said, “Follow my direction and try to keep up”, reached across the table and slapped me, hard. You started yelling at me, cruel things, like that I’d slept with half the town while we were together, that I was a worthless slut. Your voice became more frantic the more excitedly you screamed.
We had the entire cafe watching us when you got up and ran out of the cafe crying and screaming that you never wanted to see me again.
I sat there stunned, thinking “interesting first date”. I got up and walked out of the cafe solemnly and saw you standing across the street waiting for me, laughing hysterically. I walked over to you, joined you in your glee and we grabbed hands and walked off laughing over the scene we just created.
God I loved being all “edgy” with you.
Totally sounds like fun, so I’m going to copy his idea completely and claim that it’s mine. Now, you try it. Leave me a memory that never happened between the two of us. Lets keep it clean (mostly) since my family does read this blog from time to time. If you really must leave a nasty, dirty, deprived version, e-mail it to me. I’ll enjoy it more in private!
Get to work… make it fun.