There are definite upsides to being single as long as I've been single. The disposable income is handy. My doorknobs are largely unfettered by unsightly brassieres. And my holidays are largely unfettered by unsightly in-laws.
But combine a lot of ex-girlfriends with the ravages that advancing age has wrought on my memory, and you have me thinking "Which one was it who...?" a lot.
Which one was it who I caught listening to the Backstreet Boys?
Which one was it who pathologically hated Clint Howard?
Which one was it who asked me to [insert genuinely disturbing sexual request]?
I don't know, I don't know, and I don't know. Neither do they, because they're all old now, too. Often the best I can do is "someone in the '90s. Or maybe the '80s or '00s. But definitely not the '10s."