Entry FeedPeople always know me, or at least think that they know me. My standard response when someone asks, "Do I know you?" is always, "Possibly. I really get around." Husband says that I need to revise my answer.
The thing is that with three kids involved all over the place, and with the things that I do for me, I really know lots of people from lots of different places. Last spring I was in an elevator downtown when a girl, fluffing her hair in the mirror, turned and stared at me. "I know you," she said.
"It's possible." I responded, having no idea who she was. The weird thing is that I am actually really good with names and faces. However, since Mommy-Brain (don't believe the myth that it has been disproved) my mind is often blank.
"We went to school together," she continued.
"Where?" I asked. I went to two elementary schools, two high schools, and sort of two universities, plus other miscellaneous classes.
"Huron," she answered. I swear, all this while we were going only 3 floors.
Ah - it clicked into place. I think we only had one class together in the two years I was at Huron. She lived on my floor in first year. After a successful breast reduction, she walked around in a bra all of the time. Now I remember.
"Ah, yes," I answered, "you name is L." (leaving her name out to protect her identity)
"I don't remember your name," she answered, in a tone that said, "and I don't care either," as she went back to checking her hair in the mirror. Really, it was too much hair, but who am I to judge?
Picking up on her tone, I felt like saying, "Hey! You were the one who started talking to me!" Fortunately, the elevator door opened.
I actually have encounters like these all of the time. It is odd, because people always seem to recognize me, but they don't seem to really care if they know me or not. What does that say about me?
Also, I meet people who swear that they know me, but after my, "I get around, do you play hockey? Live near the park? Dance? Soccer? School? T-Ball? etc, etc, etc" we realize that we have never before set eyes on one another. Now I realize that I must have at least two or three doppelgangers out there, impersonating me or something.
If you see me walking down the street, and you swear that you know me, unless you can offer proof (preferable photographic evidence) please don't stop me. My brain just can't take any more of these, "I know you" quizzes, and my, "I get around" line really has to stop.