I was driving home from dinner with friends, when I drove through a neighborhood and thought "Oh, I went on a date with a boy from here." Is this how everyone learns their cities? I highly doubt it. It started with Patrick. I became very familiar with his area. Now, I only get close to it on detours when the Liberty Tunnels are closed. Shadyside was M.'s part of town. Bloomfield was home to NBF and boy of one date that looked like Jake Gyllenhaal. I'm familiar with South Hills, home to Herps and my current boyfriend. I once saw a sweet nighttime view of the city via the apartment window of a guy that looked too much like Jerry Seinfeld.
It's not just various areas that remind me of exes. It can be a song or a smell. Patrick smelled great. Sometimes I'll smell someone wearing the same cologne. Or, I'll hear a funny podcast and think of him. By now, they're fond memories. Usually, when I see Brad Pitt, I think of Bob. But, then, I think of when I first started to suspect he was cheating when he bragged that a girl at work said he looked like Brad Pitt. Then, I dislike him and Brad Pitt. It starts to then snowball into guys that resemble Brad Pitt like Charlie Hunham. It's a big ball of lust and hate. When I watch Spongebob with Viggo, Squidward reminds me of NBF. He's kind of like the human version of him. One of those football Manning brothers looks a lot like M. There's a guy on Boardwalk Empire that's a dead ringer for Patrick. Any shaved head guy with glasses takes up about half of my dating list. There was an Italian guy that looked like that bastard son of David Tennant and a member of Franz Ferdinand. Herps looked like a really screwed up version of Robert Pattinson. You can see my constant torment.
Sometimes it's a song. I had my first kiss with Vasily to Pablo Nutini. The song "Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol had very sentimental value to Bob and I. It was probably one of the last times we spent together with genuine love felt between us. I once hit a raccoon while listening to Neko Case's song "Pharaohs". I know that's really random, but it still haunts me. If you're in a delicate state, any of these things can bring you to your knees. Seeing a poinsettia once made me sob uncontrollably because it reminded me of my Grandmother. I'm a sentimental idiot. Can't be helped. I often wonder what reminds these guys of me. Is it a smell or a song? Do they even think of me? If so, with fondness?
