I ran into a guy I used to work with in Lawrence over the weekend.
But it took me a while to figure it out.
It was one of those things where you see somebody, and start thinking “Hmmm. Looks familiar. But from where?”
Then. It happens.
“Hey, Matt!”
Uh oh. Not only do I not remember his name, but he enthusiastically remembers mine.
What an ass. (Not him, me.)
Then, being the smooth guy I am, I say “Hey. What’s your name?”
Nice, Stooks. Have another drink you piece of garbage.
Hey dont worry about it, A lot of people wouldnt ask for the guys name, you just hope he doesnt know this websight because he may not think so high of you if he finds out about his.