Oops, I did it again!

"That awkward moment when..."

Um, yeah.  Apparently, I am not that great at remembering names.  Or faces for that matter.  Not-at-all.  Sad. Let us have a moment of silence for my once stellar memory (Insert moment of silence).  I was always under the impression that I had the memory of an elephant.  Clearly, that isn't so.  Okay, so, I AM SURE this has happened to all of us.  Hopefully.  Like yeah, I am SURE it does.  Okay, let me just get it out.  So, this past Saturday the husband and I went out to dinner at 32 East (amazing food, super betchy hostess, ew, no, more like double ew).  As we finish our evening and are walking towards the exit the husband decides he must use the restroom (seriously, now? yeah).  I am already at the door and just decide to wait out front for him.  There I am standing outside the door looking absolutely fabulous as I do a little pinning.  Suddenly someone shouts out my name.  Okay, maybe not ashout.  I dunno, it was loud and in my face and left me completely startled.  This person goes, "Well, Renata Barbosa (yes, first AND last name), I can't believe it".  I look up and staring at me is a complete stranger (to me that is).  I am no stranger to him.  Stranger says, "Wow, when was the last time I saw you, 2002, 2003?".  My response, "Really?  Are you sure?  It hasn't been longer, like middle school?" (I still think he looks like the kid that sat across from me in my 8th grade science class, Dan it isn't you?).  He smiles as he looks at me confused, and says, "Loggers Run, no, definitely not".  Yeah, definitely NOT.  I didn't even go to Loggers Run.  WHO ARE YOU?   As this dude is rambling I am doing a quick but complete mental hunt as to who the eff' he is.  But, nothing, NOTHING, comes to me.  WTF! Mind you, we had a 55.5 second conversation and he really did know me.  Weird, absolutely.  I must have come off as a betch (dude, if you are reading this, I am so very sorry).  Ugh.  Oh, and this is not the first time this has happened to me.  Awkward, always.  My husband then walks out and sees me talking to this man and I can't even introduce them because I DON'T KNOW HIS NAME.  I then do what every girl would have done.  I wish him a good night and gracefully walk the eff' away as my hair flips in the wind.  Um, and, honestly, I still have absolutely no clue as to who that person was.  And, it is driving me mad.  Mad.  Dude, if you are reading this, what is your name? And how do you know me?
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