Pewter Medal Memories

I have been blessed with a great memory.  And it just so happens that some of my fondest memories are of the Olympic Games.  I began my trip down Olmypic memory lane this morning while listening to the news.  Today the US Olympic Committee is visiting Chicago in order to evaluate its bid to be the American candidate host city for the 2016 Summer Games.  Earlier this week they visited Philadelphia.  Last year, New York City made the short list of five cities before London beat out Paris for 2012 games.

People are thinking that the NYC won't even be chosen as the American city this second time.  And Chicago is leading an all out campaign.  And there are a few people who think that Chicago will make the backdrop for some great Olympic memories. 

I have so many memories.  Mary Lou Retton sticking that amazing vault landing in 1984 gymnastics to become the woman's All-Around Champion.  Greg Louganis banging his head (and bleeding) on the 3m spring board in competition, to come back and win double gold in 3m and 10m diving in Seoul.  The lighting of Olympic cauldron by an arrow in Barcelona.  Carl Lewis's retirement from track and field in the Atlanta Olympics.  The yummy rivalry between figure skating's Debbie Thomas and Katarina Witt in Calgary.

Just think if it all came to Chicago?  I can only imagine the spectacular feats of athleticism set against the Chicago skyline. 

But some people wouldn't remember.  Because some people have poor memories.  They don't remember momentous--yet non-essential events.  How could they? 

Lots of people don't even remember who they have sex with.

When you are promiscuous it is easy to have sex with so many people that you begin to forget who you've had sex with.  I have a very good memory--but even I need a little assistance.  So therefore I keep a running log of the men that I have sex with.  I even use a little password protected electronic help, via the slut's database, itrick.org.

But I never get caught not remembering something.  I hit a guy up this morning.  We had sex about a month ago.  I thought the sex was simply ok.  But he was hooping and hollaring afterwards about how great it was, and how attractive he thought I was.  He told me that he would be coming over every week.

Yadda yadda yadda.

Of course, I never heard from him again.

This morning I saw him online and I said hi, and he acted like we never spoke.  When I reminded him that we met before, he said he didn't remember.  I mentioned his first name.  Well you obviously know me, he replied.  He wanted me to give him more information.  So I told him what neighborhood I lived in.  It still didn't click.  How many people have you fucked in my neighborhood? I asked.  He wanted more clues.  So I told him some of the things we did sexually--and then he finally remembered.  He apologized, but I was mildly annoyed.  At our first, and previous, physical encounter, he spent 15 minutes telling me how he was looking forward to meeting again.   Now he couldn't remember me.  I wasn't offended, but I did think the whole deal wias lame.

I was so done that I just ended the conversation, along with any desire to ever meet him.

Your memory doesn't have to be an elephant--but have we become so entrenced in a disposable culture--that we dispose of our sexual memories as well?

Comments

[Quentin Ergane]

I would think it comes down to meaning. People think things mean, but things don't mean because when things just mean the icon is fake and what's behind it is just the face of the person. So when we give meaning, assign meaning our sex has meaning and because the sex has meaning -- or some kind -- we are less likely to forget.

I tend to remember every soul I have had sex with in my life, too. (Many were repeats... maybe that helped...)

[TJ]

Interesting post B. I don't even have sex a lot..and have forgotten some of the details like names and such. But the one guy who rocked my world....well he has no memory of our sex at all!!! Glad I am not thin skinned!!!

[Linear]

Well, random sex isn't about a genuine feeling/event/concept that warrants remembering. It's about feeling something physical/emotional/psychological in that moment. Whether your easing a certain type of loneliness, building a pile of former lovers, pushing societal boundaries of acceptable sexual behavior - the point of casual sex is the 1 have fun, 2 fulfill something missing and 3 move on without danger, consequence or regret. Doesn't always work that way, but you know....