Dont I know you?
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July 05, 2007
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I remember the night at the pub vividly...the guy started yelling "how about those Red Sox?" when he found out where we lived...it was fun....
Posted by: Ma | July 05, 2007 at 07:52 PM
I almost did that once! When I first moved to NYC and didn't know anyone, I was constantly looking for familiar faces. I went to a free concert downtown and was in the bathroom, washing my hands, when in walked this girl who I KNEW. Literally, my stomach lurched, like, "Hey! It's someone you know! Speak!" But she went into a stall and I couldn't figure out her name, so I left.
The next day I realized she had sat next to me on the lawn at a concert the week before. I didn't talk to her then, either. That summer, I had two other occurrences where I randomly re-encountered total strangers. Weird.
Posted by: Glossed Over | July 09, 2007 at 04:27 AM
I feel your pain!
I once walked up to this guy and said I know you, why do I know you?
Are you from Boston? and So on.......
It turned out to be Micheal C. Hall from Six Feet Under.
Apparently I embarrssed HIM!!!! What about me ?
Posted by: Weinerdog | July 09, 2007 at 11:21 AM
Ladies, it makes me feel much better to know I'm not the only one!
Two days ago this man came on the bus and I said hello, but had absolutely no idea how I knew him. It turned out to be the guy from the quickie mart, who we see almost every day. For the life of me I couldn't place how I knew him...Hubby had to tell me. (Then he asked if I had taken any anti-histamnes or sinus stuff that day. I hadn't. I need no allergy meds in order to be forgetful!)
Posted by: The Odd Broad | July 19, 2007 at 08:45 AM