Stolen from eleventy-one people on my flist:

[sid]

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.

Comments

[lolmac]

I will never forget (in spite of years of therapy) the evening we finally met in RL – I didn’t even know you lived in the same state, let alone on the same floor of my apartment building. Not till you knocked on my door asking for help because your, um, ‘date’ had forgotten the keys to the shackles and you just ‘had this hunch’ that I might have a universal key, or a hacksaw, or maybe even be able to pick locks. (Let me guess . . . it was all the times you’d seen me going out on weekends wearing lingerie and stiletto boots, right?)

I have to admit, I totally forgave you for that when you invited me to join the party, and that silver-haired guy in the black leather was amazingly hot.

Yes, I still remember it as if it was yesterday . . . wait a minute . . . it was yesterday.

[sid]

It was just yesterday! And my 'date' should be waking up from his well-earned nap in about half an hour, so if you want to come on over... and, hey, bring that thing we talked about. You know. He'll love it. ;-)

[lolmac]

I'll be over as soon as I've finished sterilising it. What flavour syrup do you like best?

You were talking about the espresso machine, right?

[sid]

*looks around furtively*

Only if that's code for what we really were talking about. :-D

[lolmac]

Remember, the bluebirds fly north to Capistrano when the tall man loses one shoe.

[sid]

*nods*

The pearl is in the river.