I'm offended.

What kind of guy sees a girl every Wednesday and Sunday night at a medium-sized youth group for a year, as friends; drives her to youth group social events; sings with her in the youth choir (he sang bass, she middle-soprano;) attends her high school prom as her date, along with at least two other people from the same youth group, one of whom he is still in contact with according to his journal; rents a tux for the occasion; goes to her best friend's for a post-prom party until the wee small hours of the morning. . .

AND THEN CLAIMS A DECADE LATER NOT TO REMEMBER HER AT ALL?????

If I remember all these details, and a lot more (I remember his job description, for example - courier, usually in Toronto - and his favourite hobby - cycling, especially in big races) AM I SO INCREDIBLY FORGETTABLE THAT HE DOESN'T REMEMBER A SINGLE THING ABOUT ME?

Actually, I think I just hit on the answer. The reason he doesn't remember me is that he never let anyone else get a word in edgewise.

He was quite a good bass. He would have to be, in that group - there were sixteen people in it, and we often sang things in eight- or ten-part harmony, leaving times when there were one or two people for each part. It was one of my most memorable choral experiences ever. Breaking into spontaneous six-part harmony, a cappella, for "Amazing Grace," in order to do a SOUND CHECK before we sang in the Sunday morning service - you don't forget stuff like that. We had the people gathering in the foyer dead silent while we sang. It was awesome, in the true, original sense of the word.

He was the first person to point out to me that Piet and I weren't acting like "just friends."

You know, I'm not even going to lock this. Let's see if someone I'd relegated to the category of "Out-of-touch friend" has the grace to be embarrassed and admit that he does, after all, remember.

Issue resolved.

Well, it turns out it wasn't a case of not remembering - it was a case of uncertain identity, where I didn't have enough information in my bio to link to the girl I was, and he couldn't be sure. He has provided enough details to convince me that I was, in fact, remembered quite well, so all is well again. I hope I'm forgiven my rant.

My vanity likes that he remembered my eyes. :) I had forgotten the "Think of Me" duet, though. I recall it now - he did a passable tenor, for a bass, though I seem to recall him taking the highest notes down a third or so. That's understandable - I always flub some of the high notes in that song.

Having had (indeed, created!) my LJ drama for the day, it's time to turn in. Is it bad that I go to sleep these days within fifteen minutes of my toddler?