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The boy I had a crush on in junior high was (is) 4 years, 5 months, and 12 days older than I. That means that today, he turns 41. Weird.

Am I the only one who gets dates stuck in her head that way?

(Happy birthday, Alex Will.)

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Nah -- I do it too.

Dates stick in my head too, as long as they have some sort of personal significance. My friends shake their heads in amazement. I'm glad to know someone else whose mind works that way.

*nodnod* If it weren't for the internet, I would feel alone in a lot of my stranger quirks. :-)

Thinking in text, for instance.

*grin*

I'm glad to be able to see you think in text.

*chuckle* Thanks. (I meant that my actual thoughts often go by in typed letters. It's odd sometimes.)

Ah, okay. Yeah, a little odd, but kinda neat, too. Can't say I have that one.

With me, it's street addresses.

Wanna hear me rattle off every street address I lived at from first grade through college? No, probably not. It's not a very useful trick even at parties.

And if I were plopped down in the middle of base housing at Dyess AFB, Texas (assuming it still exists - most of the bases I lived on have been decommissioned), I bet I could walk the exact route my best friend and I used to take to get home from school, going out of our way to stroll "casually" past the house of John Best, who used to thump me over the head with his cello bow in 7th grade orchestra (leading me to believe that he reciprocated my massive crush on his bespectacled, geek-musician self...)

Awwww.

(I'm that way with phone numbers. My first number in Philly was VI9-6440 (I wasn't aware of our numbers when I was younger than 6), and our number in Spain was 4288, which I memorized by chanting "four times two equals eight equals eight". Speaking of geeks.) And yeah, the streets of the navy base there are burned into my brain. I have NO sense of direction, but I could still draw an accurate map of our neighborhood, from Captain's Circle, to David Glasgow Farragut school, to the back yard we used to cut through so we could play tetherball before school.

and our number in Spain was 4288, which I memorized by chanting "four times two equals eight equals eight". Speaking of geeks.

Mmmmm, number pattern geeking. :) I love how neatly my Social Insurance Number works -- the first three digits and the last three add up to the same total, and that number appears within the middle three.

Ohmigosh, my first three and last three add up to the same total, too. I never met anyone else who plays with their SSN like I do. :-)

(the second, third, and fourth, too)

Some math geek is going to figure out my SSN if I keep it up. ;-)

Oh, how cool! Makes me want to compare numbers with you. :) Sometimes I fail to understand how people can *not* play with numbers this way.

Yeah, drawing maps of places I'd lived was something I used to do sometimes when I would be required to sit quietly after finishing a test or while waiting in a waiting room, that kind of thing.

Oh, I know a fair number of people's birthdays from days gone by. Now, how to get in touch with them again without coming across like a crazed stalker, that part I often *don't* know.

Heh. I doubt Alex Will ever knew I was alive. Contacting him never really crossed my mind. :-) I did, however, get contacted by my best friend from that time a few years back (she'd asked a detective friend to track me down), and she visited. We kept in touch for a while, but there was no real connection left.

Embarrassingly, I remember the birthday of my high school chemistry teacher (who was a total babe). I'm not even going to mention how old he is now... :P Anyway, I remember many such trivia items, but not so many of the ones that really matter. inconvenient, that.

There are really only a few dates that get stuck in my head - the most prominent one being December 30th. 12/30 is the birthday of no less than 3 of my exes of varying degrees, and my current partner. I have a thing for Capricorns, apparently.

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