Losing Streak

People, I never lose stuff. I only misplace it for a while. But lately, it feels like the dot com boom and me losing. How, you ask? Well, I'll tell you.

"Dot com boom" refers to the days of taking cabs EVERYWHERE. In the dot com bust we took the old Public Trans a lot, you see. But all of the sudden, lately I have been whisked here and there via the taxi cab. And each time I do, I realize soonafter that something is missing.

First, it was my newest fascination: The Perfect Black Sweater. And yes, folks, it was THE PERFECT Black Sweater. I wore that MF day in and day out before I even saw it show up on the credit card bill. A Perfectly cut, Perfectly fit Banana Republic ribbed black turleneck. And then I wore it over a cut tank, and it was hot in G Bar, and I took it off. And the bar closed. And I had a super-no-uber cute guy on my arm when leaving but apparantly the other arm was not holding The Perfect Sweater. The next day I figured, due to cute guy sleepover, that Perfect Black Sweater was tossed aside somewhere. After all, I never LOSE things. But a month + later it has yet to show up in the apartment. I figure it was left in the cab, but no one will ever know for sure.

THEN! Just when I thought it was over, and I had begrudgingly paid for the Perfect Black Sweater that was already lost, I recieved a gift. A beautiful Hot Pink Cable Knit Cap. As in ski cap. It was super cute, and turned heads (for good or bad reasons I could never discern, but after the last experience before LOSING IT, I think it was for the good). And I wore that puppy out. Out a lot. And then I went bar hopping. And after-partying. And met the guy with the fucking green corduroy blazer (see Were They This Cute When...?). And the next thing you know, 2 weeks later it is cold, and I need a hat, and I begin searching the apartment for HPCKC. Nowhere. Nowhere!! And it is still nowhere.

So. For the girl who thought she never had a losing streak, the girl who thought she never lost anything (only "misplaced it for a while"), HA. HA HA HA. And bummer.

To the Perfect Black Sweater and the Hot Pink Cable Knit Cap: I miss you both SO MUCH.