I realized a few days ago that a girl that I was friends with three years ago thought that I was hitting on her.
It was during my last year of law school. At the time, my wife was very pregnant, a fact that my friend knew. We were in the same law clinic, and often, our clinic would go to the bar to hoist a few.
One night, after a clinic meeting, I had asked her to come to the bar to have a few beers. I didn’t mention that she was going to be one of a large number of people. I didn’t think of it.
She told me that she couldn’t come that evening, with a bizarre expression on her face. She began avoiding me after that. I honestly didn’t register what her problem was until just a few days ago. I was lying in bed, trying to go to sleep when :smack:, I suddenly realized what a skeevy creep she thought I was. I have no idea why I even thought of her.
Anyway, how about you? Had any late realizations about distant events?
The day I realised, eight years after the event, and six years into our marriage, that the girl who didn’t want to marry her fiancee, who refused to make any wedding plans OR to cancel it, despite our pleas, and who then stopped speaking to me completely when she found out who I was dating (she wouldn’t even let me over the threshold of her apartment) was in love with my boyfriend!
Call me dumb. Seems like everyone in our circle, including my husband, realised this…
My Mom used to babysit lots of kids when I was younger. One was a boy just a few years older than myself. Time passed, we grew up, I had some vague and mostly neutral memories of the boy and didn’t really have cause to think of him very often.
For some reason recently as an adult I was thinking of him, and one of my old memories of him did suddenly seem pretty significant. I must have been only 5 or 6 years old, and he was maybe 8 or 9. He asked me if I wanted to play like the grownups in bed on the tv. We ended up in our underwear on a couch in the basement with the lights turned out, with him asking me to give him oral sex (though not in those words).
Now, I want to emphasize that at the time, I was not emotionally affected by this at all and I was too young to even realize what it all meant. It didn’t seem any weirder at that time than if he had asked me to play doctor or store or something. It was just imitating what we saw and based on very incomplete knowledge of the subject. This is why the memory laid dormant for so long–it seemed like nothing especialy worth remembering at that time. But you might imagine as an adult it was a little shocking to suddenly have this memory come back and to suddenly have an adult understanding of the situation.
As far as I can recall, nothing really happened anyway. I refused his request because it sounded gross–not shameful or naughty, just gross like eating boogers or something. I do remember my Mom finding us pretty quickly and seeming a bit flustered about it and telling us not to play like that again, and its probably only because of her reaction that I remebered the incident at all.
Heh. I had one like Miller’s when I realized that the cute twin on the high school swim team who was into punk and heavy metal had been flirting with me via giving me shoulder rubs, a few YEARS later. :smack: :smack: :smack:
Hopefully these days I’m a bit less of a socially clueless idiot.
To Cute_Twin, hope you’re doing well, whereever you are these days.
My mother did something to kill my kitten when I was 11 or 12. I came home one day, the kitten was dead, and the story was that the bathroom sink had fallen on my kitten. The sink had been leaned upon and detached from the wall a little bit, but all of the pipes were intact. We propped it up with a stack of large, sturdy plastic storage containers, larger than the sink itself. My mother said the kitten had been batting at the storage containers and knocked the sink down on herself and been squished. Just thinking back to how the sink looked (and it was up on the storage containers just the way it had been that morning, no broken tile, no wrenched pipes) it seems just nuts that it could’ve happened the way she said. My mom has, um… issues… and I’m thinking she stepped on her or squished her or hit her or something else shameful. But that sink thing is utter BS. I realized this sometime in the past few years (I’m 20 now). I’ve been cynical about my mom’s stories since I was 13, but it took me a really long time to just sit up one day and go “OMG! She killed Bicky!”
I also realized suddenly, years after the event, that I could hear my parents having sex when I was a kid. My room was right next to theirs, and every now and then, after we all went to bed, I could hear my mother sighing and breathing heavily, and then, a few minutes later, I could hear them say goodnight to each other. I thought it odd, but it didn’t sink in until much later what was likely happening.
I solved a final exam question in my head four years after taking said exam and completely blanking on the quesion at the time. Here I was, sitting at my desk, trying to look busy, and blink, Pascal’s Triangle and the solution pop into my brain.