Then there are always those “quickie” relationships. You know the ones that last about 26 minutes and you can’t really remember her name. I can’t say as though these are high points in anyone’s life, but there is sometimes that I just don’t really remember what happened. You know the drill, your sitting at a party and there is a girl that you think is damn fine looking. You have had about fifteen beers and you’re not seeing things through rational thought, but you think to yourself “well there’s a live one, maybe I could just go up and say hi and see what happens.” One thing leads to another and there you are telling this poor soul that you have spent the last few years looking for a girl like her. After that things get a little fuzzy, and you wake up in the morning lying on the front lawn next to some girl’s underwear. I always thought that was a good sign when you woke up like that. I have a firm belief that something good had to happen if some girls’ underwear was sitting next to you. Then there is the reality of it all when your friends tell you that that pair of underwear was involved in the game of strip poker they were playing at someone else’s house and they thought it would be funny if they threw them at you when they saw you passed out on the front law. I often wonder what happen to those girls that I talked to. My theory is that they all of a sudden were sucked up into space when the god’s found out I was about to have a good time.