Maybe it's all in my head....

So, is there anything in the world more awkward than to unexpectedly run into someone you may have drunkenly made out with and then never spoke to again?  This happened to me twice this weekend.  Thankfully there was no badness that resulted but it's one of those times where I find myself at a loss for what to say.

The first one occurred at lunch on Friday with my mother and my sister and her overly-sensitive redneck boyfriend.  As I am eating my chimichunga, I happen to look up in time to see that the girl walking past me just happens to be the girl that dragged me into the bathroom of a local drinking establishment for a very intense personal experience.  Of course, this experience caused a great deal of vitriol to be sent my way by her's and my mutual friend who happens to like her as well, but never did anything about it.  Anyways, as she walked past me at lunch she made a very clear effort to avoid acknowledging my presence.  I felt kind of thwarted though since my dining companions were family, I couldn't just say "Hey I made out with the chick in a bar bathroom." like I could if I was with my friends.

The second instance occurred on Saturday night when I met my friend Gary Papua at a bar downtown.  He was with a few others and one of them introduced herself to me as *****.  Of course I had met her almost 5 years ago at the last big New Year's Eve party I attended.  I may have made out with her, it's a tad fuzzy, but the kicker of the story was that after that occurred ***** became a lesbian.  It's a bit weird but I find it oddly satisfying to know that I am the last guy she will ever make out with.  Luckily things were not at all awkward between her and me, although no one said anything about that New Year's Eve.

At some point in my life I should seriously reconsider my open policy on making out.