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Actually, as interesting as the situation might seem, it really wasn’t in the long run. Maybe Kathy and Elle didn’t want me talking to this girl because of something she said I’d done or said that night. Maybe Elle really was a good judge of character and that this girl was bad news, someone for an innocent soul like me to stay away from. While normally you’d feel a little hurt as a man thinking that a night of gin-fueled passion would be blown off that easily, I had to remind myself that not only was it gin-fueled, but even as my memories of that party and night slowly floated through the filter back into my head, I still couldn’t remember much about her or it. Clearly the universe had decided I just wasn’t meant to remember, understand, or enjoy the mental images