On the train to work this morning, a rather dishy bloke seemed to be checking me out. Nothing unusual a few years ago, but not so common recently. I didn’t pay too much attention, I was listening to a podcast, and knitting on the first of the facewashers for Hamish (thanks for the yarn Emma!).
But then he spoke to me. He knew my name, and asked if I recognised him. He did look kinda familliar. Sorta. He said his name was David. At that point I could have sworn we had met before, so I asked him how we knew each other. “We were together for about a year”.
Ouch.
To my credit, he has new glasses, lost weight, had an extreme haircut, and seemed a lot more confident than the man I knew about six years ago. And last I heard of him he was married and living in Arizona. So his appearance in my train carriage was rather out of context. But really, how vague can a person be. Should I get checked out for Alzheimers ?
Disco Knitter 
I stood there for a while and started counting all of the recognisable things I remember about you. I had to sit for a while and make sure it was you. I took a few minutes and I was into double figures when I started to wonder how I would ask. I was going to innocently as if you had knitted that colourful jumper yourself and how cool it was. But because of the ipod I knew I would be waking you from a dream and had to be gentle (ipods are like smoking for you ears). I also noticed the way you glanced at the guy with the white MAC laptop, and when you pulled out yours, well that made it easy. I have often thought about you and imagined how we could meet again one day. My life is full of these kind of moments and it’s one of the reasons I get such a kick out of walking the earth. So when you get a chance and feel like it give me a call and we can swap tall tales and true about where we wander and what we did do. DT
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Hi Lara, no it’s not that unusual, I am currently reading a book which discusses this very topic – and as you said, your brain didn’t process him, as it already had a lot of assumptions about him, and the person who was talking to you did not fit these characteristics. The book is about animal colouration and camouflage – how nature tricks our brains.
I have been wanting to reply to a comment you left me, but can’t find your email – thank you so much for offering to take photos for me – I just have to find a bubba – which is pretty difficult – maybe I should just adopt a Chinese orphan, but when I do find one I’ll let you know, please send me your email address thanks – Jus
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At least you hadn’t been married to him? Just a thought. How’s the cotton knitting up?
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