i'm sorry i don't remember u

It's me, not you.

“Hi, nice to meet you!”

[Uncomfortable pause]

Um, we’ve met. [Proceeds to tell me about said meeting in great detail.]

This happens to me more than I like. It happened on a weekly basis at grouse camp. In some cases, that retelling of the meeting does trip a flood of memories, like the Texan with whom I spent a miserable morning theoretically hunting sand…