in the thirties now...

Every time I talk to my dad on the phone he always tells me that he thought of something earlier that day or the day before that he wanted to tell me or ask me but he can't remember what it was. Then he says he should just keep a pad of paper and a pen with him to write things down. Usually about 15-20 mins into any given conversation he remembers.

Since my post about the number of dates I've had I've thought of at least five more that I'd forgotten.

I can't believe I forgot Screenplay Speed Dating Guy or that I forgot Wine Guy who kissed me and then never called. At some point during a work day I was reminded of the date I had right before I went to Washington, D.C. last fall who was obsessed with Mexico. And then there was Fellow Southern Californian who wouldn't stop talking politics so I told him I had a stomachache (I really did but I played it up) and went home.

I'm thinking there are still one or two more I am forgetting. This puts me squarely in the thirties, I think.