Who are you again?
April 3, 2012 3 Comments
I am horrible at remembering names. If there were a competition, I would lose by calling the host Mike instead of Ryan Seacrest.
I avoid using names at any cost, even when I am fairly certain that I know it for sure.
Case in point: I was out front chatting with my neighbors when I attempted to introduce them.
“Dan, have you met Christian from across the street?”
“Matt, but nice to meet you Dan.”
“Oh my god, I’m sorry, your name is Matt.” (??? I could have sworn his name was Christian. But wait – he is the kid that chose public school over a private Christian academy. How did that information get so crossed??)
I have tried every trick in the book. Clever rhymes (Sarah, Sarah, dressed in… Farah?), repeating names immediately (Nice to meet you Farah – I mean Sarah!), and using their names at least 3 times in conversation (Farah, how did you keep that red bathing suit from rising up in the back?). Nothing works.
I recognize the signs of a name memorizer when I meet people, and I try to pop quiz them later. Just for fun.
I have finally come up with a foolproof strategy for greeting people who may, or may not be, someone I have met before.
I start with a large, wow-it’s-really-you, you-are-my-best-friend smile, followed by a cleverly extenuated, “Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!”
I spend the next few minutes figuring out if I have, in fact, met you before, and if so, where from.
“How are things in your world?”
“What exciting things have you been up to?”
If I am lucky and actually recognize your face, and even where I know you from, I may find an excuse to get your email address since most people use some version of their name. Although, I had one person reply, “Oh, it’s just my name @ gmail.” Assumptive little narcissist.
I just keep smiling and offering inane responses to your pointed questions, because clearly you have figured out that I don’t have a clue what your name is. I would rather have you believe that I am idiot of vast proportions, than know for sure that I have no idea who you are.
SOOOOOO TRUE FOR ME!!! Oh, my gosh…I’ve been teaching for 17 years, and former students are always coming up at the store and asking if I remember them…Imagine me there, holding a box of tampons, saying, “Oh, of course I remember youuuuu, Hunnnny! It’s so good to see you, Sweeeeeetie! Wow, you sure have grown up, Dear!”
Ha! The visual is classic. But isn’t lovely that they remembered YOU? I don’t think I remember many of my teachers, except the good ones.
It is lovely, and I feel so guilty that I can’t always call their names…