Guh.

Oh MY GOD. I just did something so absolutely mortifying that I just want to slap myself 10 ways to Sunday.

So I have a MySpace account, right? Mostly people from high school, that sort of thing. Tonight I was being a nosy nellie and decided to look up someone I..erm...had relations with one night almost six years ago. Both recently laid off after working together for nearly two years (two years of an intense crush on my part), we met for drinks in a dive joint near my place. Well, one cheap beer led to many more and after I puked all over the bar (yeah, I know- attractive, eh? at least he was in the bathroom when it happened), we went back to my place and well, got to know each other even better. I saw him one more time and then I met Brian and discovered how cool it was to like someone who actually liked me back just as much. I have no regrets about that night, though and hope G is happy now and doing well. I like to think he wishes the same for me too.

So. Tonight. Out of stupid curiosity, I decide to look G up via his email address. However, instead of hitting 'search' I hit 'invite.' And lo, a MySpace invite from me is now sitting in his (ohgodpleaseletitbedefunct) inbox. Maybe he'll see it and think, 'oh hey, it's Andrea! cool!'...or maybe he'll think it's really bizarre and strange that I'm trying to get in touch with him after all this time.

In the big scheme of things, this is really minor and nothing to wail and gnash my teeth over. However, I am a whole lot of fucking embarrassed right now. Brian thinks I'm making a mountain out of a molehill and while I agree with him, YOU accidentally email someone from your past that you want to keep in your past and see how it feels.

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