the latest little one of these little incidents is a guy at my bus stop in the mornings. i'm about 98.6% certain it is a guy, called gavin, i knew when i was 15/16, and living about 80miles away from here - my friends tried to fix us up but he, um, wasn't my type so i ended up going out with his best mate for the next six months instead. i've consciously seen him twice in the last week alone (today and friday) so i think it's got beyond the stage that i can suddenly realise who he is and say hello. plus, i wouldn't have much to talk to him about but i would feel that i *had* to talk to him every time i saw him and that would get quickly embarrassing when we realised how little shared history we had and were forced to stand around in uncomfortable silence, praying for the bus to come.

so i don't think i'm going to say anything. yes, that's probably the best thing to do. it's like with the girl who used to get my bus sometimes: i knew her about five years ago but the only thing i would be able to say to her now was "i stole your boyfriend". meh.

i guess there are some parts of the past which are, like cat poop, best left buried.