On Twitter we were talking about when you hook up with someone and then you forget their name. Kind of like on that episode of Seinfeld.
How many times can you ask, "Wait...what's your name again?" So I would just start calling them by a nickname after a while. Although I'm sure it was obvious. Who know? And there was usually drinking involved so who really cares? I didn't.
But the worst was years ago when my friend Conner and I were out at The Rat in West Chester. He meets a girl and asks her out*.
Saturday comes and he's on the date. Here are the messages I get on my voicemail over the span of a half hour (note that this happened in the 1730's so there were no cell phones):
Conner(whispering): Jim. Jim. Hello? Pick up...I'm calling from a pay phone at the Malvern Meeting House. I'm on my date with that girl.
Conner(whispering): Jim. Are you there? What's the name of the girl I'm on the date with. I can't remember...
Conner (whispering but frantic): Jim! If you're there PICK. UP. THE. PHONE!!! What's the name of the girl I'm on the date with? My Uncle's at the restaurant and I can't remember her name and I'm going to have to introduce her to him!! ARE YOU THERE??
Well he did run into his Uncle and he had to say to his date, "I'm sorry but I totally forgot your name. What is it again?"
He said the expression on her face was, "You have GOT to be kidding me."
It was their last date.
Smooth. Real smooooth....
*I had a girlfriend at the time. That's why I didn't meet a girl. Just we're clear on that... But come to think of it, I'm the one that started talking to the girl and her girlfriend so....I guess that counts for something.