Back in my hometown over xmas; got greeted in the pub by an old schoolfriend. We chatted and reminisced for an hour or two, had a really great time. Swapped numbers for same time next year. No fucking idea what his name is.
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Went to my home village pub, bloke addressed me by nickname, knew everyone I did,
my brother etc etc (for context I’m 63, so 45 years ago). No idea who he was. When he went, landlord didn’t know his name. Asked about, eventually learned what it was: still no fucking idea who he is.
Ah you missed a trick here. I’ve been in a similar situation, but to solve it, at the point you agree to swap numbers, open a new contact and hand the phone to them for them to fill in. Job done.
I’ve given up. I just admit I’ve forgotten or didn’t hear. Sometimes people are offended, sometimes they assume I’m on the spectrum (I doubt if I reach the clinical threshold) but often they laugh and say something like “I wish I was brave enough to admit that”
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my brother etc etc (for context I’m 63, so 45 years ago). No idea who he was. When he went, landlord didn’t know his name. Asked about, eventually learned what it was: still no fucking idea who he is.
Then they'll almost certainly reply in the same manner.
Days later realised I’d been talking to his son.
Speaking as someone who’s been in this exact situation. 🫠