As many know, I'm not a religious person. In fact, I don't even really believe in it. But that's beside the point I want to make. Generally, I am not of one religion.
Which is weird because I'm a big believe in Karma. Not necessarily in the spiritual sense, though. 'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you' (or something like that). I believe that, and not just because Jesus said it (or whoever) but because it just makes sense! Also, believing in Karma allows me to have a reason for why bad things happen to good people, particularly me.
I think I've encountered some bad 'relationship Karma' recently.Last night I went to Metro, not realizing that I was there about a month ago. Wow, my memory is either leaving me or I've really partied way too much (which explains the memory loss?). When we got there, I remembered that we were there, and I remembered how much the guys at Metro on this particular night were bad: bad dancers, bad personalities, bad dressers. Bad.
Let's rewind to a month ago: the last time we were there (also the fateful night I got my very first traffic ticket), a guy came up to me and started talking to me. He seemed nice and to be honest, I wasn't really looking at him because I generally don't. Usually guys will talk to me and leave, so what's the point in really paying attention to them? Anyway, I can't remember his name, where he's from or anything else really, except that he gave me his card. Needless to say, I was in possession of that card for about 5 minutes before it was ripped to shreds by a certain someone.
So last night, I could feel someone eyeing me. Not just in the 'checking out' sense, but in the 'burning holes in the back of my head' sense. I danced with Jonny because that's the thing to do in this place to get rid of unwanted attention (sorta). Someone gave me a lil pinch and I turned around and this guy said, "Hey, aren't you from Mississauga?". Whoa. I have fans already? Nice.
"You were supposed to call me."
(more incoherent talking)
And then it hit me. It was the same guy who gave me his number last time. And in a better light, that guy was
cute hot. Oh shit.
Guilt is one feeling that was settling into me. For the rest of the night, I actually kinda tried to find him again, but obviously couldn't (maybe because I could hardly remember what he looked like? DAMMIT!).
So there you have it. Karma is a bitch, ain't it? Yeah, it wasn't my fault that the number got ripped up (and I'm not mad at that certain someone, it's my fault for showing it to other people), but in reality I probably wouldn't have called at that time, anyway. That's probably worse. Or not really, at least I would've had his number and then call him after that second encounter. I could rationionalize that he probably gives out his card alot anyway, but then again, he remembered as much where I was from and even what I looked liked, and we briefly met a few weeks ago. Dammit.
Moral of the story: keep numbers you get and file them away because you never know when you'll get a second chance and get to see them in a better light.