Document personal occurrences of 23

I’m now in a relationship with E, and though our first date was originally scheduled for January 24th, she ended up suggesting we meet on the 23rd instead. On that date, she also became the 23rd woman I’ve had sex with. (I didn’t realize this until much later, when I sat down and made a list, as I don’t generally keep count.)

In writing this and thinking about the dates, I also realized that the date we met online, 1/12/10, adds up to 23. Keke.

My 23rd post on my relationship goal was written on June 23rd.

Yesterday, just after merging onto the freeway, I was side-swiped by a big rig. Neither the driver nor I were quite sure what happened, but I think he must have swerved into me—there’s no way I could have missed seeing a huge purple 18-wheeler! Anyhow, after we pulled over and were exchanging info, what should I see on the side of his cab but a huge “223”...his truck number.

Maybe C was right…the number IS stalking me.

I saved $23.89 at the grocery store, and my rewards card number has a 23 in it…I also passed by a truck numbered 23 on my walk home from the store, and was passed by bus 23. I left a voicemail for my friend, and hung up at 1 min. 23 seconds.

I received a message from one of my favorite 43T users at 22:33.

The new girl I’m seeing (if mostly figuratively at the moment)—at the end of Day 23 of her cross-country bicycle ride, which was also the 23rd of the month since she started on the 1st, her total kilometers traveled equaled 2,223.

She ordered a book for me through Amazon…and the order number on the packing slip ended in 23. The book, her favorite, turned out to have 23 numbered chapters (plus a final chapter of sorts called “Bones”)...and for additional fun, the clearance price sticker on the front of the book was dated 4/14/09…my last birthday.

Just noticed the last two posts from zylum are marked “23 months ago”...

Haha. Well…there’ve been quite a number recently…but the only one that comes to mind right now involves my auditioning for the lead in a cheesy low-budget B-movie—the contact person’s email address ends in 23.

But a few major ones: I was with my first long-term girlfriend for approximately the last year and a half. We met on 5/18/2007. 5+18=23. 5+1+8+2+0+0+7=23. On our way back from visiting friends near Tahoe one day, we took a random off-ramp to find a pretty spot for relaxing and eating. We decided to be cheesy and carve our initials into the huge pine tree at the side of our chosen resting spot. Upon closer inspection of its trunk, we realized that for some unknown reason there were two metal numerical characters nailed to the tree…marking it 23.

We finally parted ways permanently on 12/12/08—no 23’s in that.

I just realized there’s one in my parking space number, 149…14 + 9. :P

Got called in for jury duty, had to report to room 203.

Had to look up the address of the one club in SF that’s semi-lesbian oriented for an out-of-town friend, and its street address is 2369 (23×3 = 69).

Both the SF and Denver Pride events begin on 6/23 this year.

I just re-read the book Skinny Legs and All by Tom Robbins, which is philosophically very important to me, and in it the main climactic events (Salome’s Dance of the Seven Veils and the Superbowl) take place on 1/23.