So isn’t there always that person that never remembers you? Okay, maybe you’re more memorable than I am. You probably are.
But for me? This happens.
Especially this one person.
I’ve met her, say, 25 times? I’m really not exaggerating. Andrew and I met her out of town – she is related to someone we knew when we lived somewhere else. And then? We re-met her here. And she is a family friend of our friends, so we’ve seen her at lots of social occasions.
So when I saw her this weekend and she looked at me with that blank look, I had to laugh to myself.