Ok then back to basics, names. Not much worse than talking to someone whose name you can’t remember? Painstakingly trying to steer the conversation away from any topic that could expose you for the insensitive, self-centered name forgetter that you actually are.
Trying to avoid that awful back and forth that accompanies the suspicion of a forgotten name is, unfortunately, a situation we’ve all been in. And if you’re found out, that’s it the jigs up. No amount of hemming and hawing is ever going to save you. So best get your act together before it comes to this.
Whatever you do, don’t panic! Just take a minute to compose yourself (remember to breath), and casually say -
”Hey bitchface, you got a name to go along with those tits?”
Worst case scenario; the stunned silence will give you the perfect opportunity to ditch them.
In case some of you have forgotten, remembering to remember things can be a bit of a chore. For the past 21 or so years I’ve been trying to keep everything I know all stored on up in my brain, but recently it dawned on me; “Why use my brain like a chump when I could be letting the internet do all my remembering for me!”, and that’s exactly what I plan to do!
Have I cured alzheimer’s? Only time will tell, but for now lets just say probably.