One day at an afterwork event, this guy at the coat check turned and said “Hey, its been a long time.” He was definitely my type tall, athletic and darkskin—YUM. Therefore, the odds that I had dated him were kind of high. After looking around a bit he says “You don’t remember me.” I responded, “You remember me?” “Yes”. I stood there and went through the whole process from the “Damn you look familiar” to “what H.S./College did you go to?” but nothing rang a bell. He told me he went to NYU, for undergrad; I went to Hunter; Brooklyn Law for his JD; Baruch for my M.A. –he’s a lawyer and I’m in Communications– I stood there looking at his fine @$$ like dude, who the hell are you!
I was drawing a total blank but my home skillet knew exactly who he was, after I gave her the info.
“Girl, I just ran into this guy who looks so familiar and claims he knows me but I have no idea who he is and he’s not telling.”
“What he look like?”
“Shoot, like my type.”
“Well that doesn’t help; they all look a-like with a couple exceptions.”
“I know, damn I’m gonna take a pic.”
“Girl you don’t remember him, that’s Andrew, dude half Cuban/half Black, lived in BK and drove the silver Lexus.
“Holy ish, really, ummm no still don’t remember, did I sleep with him?”
“You need help chica, no you didn’t, besides I think you would have remembered that.”
“Shoot, why the hell didn’t I….”
“I think you said he bored you.”
“Really, damn I didn’t do anything at all”
“Ummm, yeah one thing and that’s when you said he bored you.”
“LMBO, ahhh I see, that’s why you my girl, dang what a waste.”
Excuse me for forgetting someone that I dated, probably less than six months and over how many years ago. It’s hard to remember what I did last week much less five years ago. How many of you forget about a guy/lady you dated in the past, only for your friend(s) to vividly remember your romance or lack of it? Is it a bad look that one can’t remember someone they had once talked to? Or is it just the rules of engagement and ish happens?