"I think I made out with that guy in your photo," I wrote in a Facebook message to my friend, a couple weeks ago. "Does his name start with a 'd'? HA! 'Does his name start with a 'd'?'"
Eesh, I tugged at my collar, grimacing exaggeratedly to myself.
"You know you're gay when..."
"Haha! Yes," he confirmed, quickly. "That's my friend Doug. And you did indeed make out with him a few months back. :)"
Douuug - I nodded at my computer screen. Okay. That's right. Oops!
What can I say? This is Los Angeles. I meet a lot of people. I can't be expected to remember everyone.
Even if we did taste the inside of each other's mouths.