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Entirely Forgettable

Today's post begins with a story.  A couple of summers ago, there was an ice cream social/mixer thing at work.  All of the relatively new employees were invited, including the interns.  I was there, and so were several of my coworker-friends.  Anyhow, I was there talking to one of these friends, when a random intern interrupted our conversation and started making small talk.  Normally, that's no big deal, and it's actually encouraged.  This guy, however, looked straight at my (female) friend, and started out with, "you look really familiar, do I know you from somewhere?"

Odd first line, I suppose, but whatever.  As he kept talking, though, it became increasingly apparent that he was trying to hit on the girl.  I had a hard time keeping a straight face, but to my credit, I managed to do so.  Eventually, she extricated herself from the situation by introducing him to me, and leaving me to deal with this guy (thanks a lot, by the way).  We chatted for a little bit, but it was more out of sheer courtesy than anything else.  I wasn't cute enough to hold his attention, apparently.

Still, this little incident stuck in my memory, mostly because of the hilarity of it all.  I suppose it also helps that upon recounting this story to a different friend, he said, "really? C'mon now, you gotta know your limits, he's not even close to being in her league."

Anyhow, I remember the guy's face and his name.  He, however, has absolutely no idea what my name is.  If this were based on a single incident two years ago, I would understand.  However, he has actually become a full-time employee at our company, and I've seen him around at various work functions.  What's more, I've probably been introduced to him a good four or five times, because he always forgets my name.  It's pretty comical at this point, you can almost see the moment when he recognizes me, and that moment is quickly followed by the look on his face when he realizes that he has no idea what my name is.

Now, I could get offended by this face, but really, why bother?  It is what it is, and it's hardly like I'm in dire needs of friends.  Besides, this makes me think that should I ever embark on a life of crime, I've got a good chance of getting away with it:

Police officer: "Do you remember anything about the perpetrator?"
Victim: "Nah, not really.  He's just got one of those forgettable faces, you know?"

I just have to make sure I don't hit on any girls out of my league in the process of committing said crimes.  That's liable to permanently etch me into someone's memory.

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  1. I am actually kind of interested in which girl, and who the guy is... I have some ideas as to who...

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