Ok, I know I’m not the only one who has a senior moment at times. At least that’s what my mom calls it. There’s always that one person that I haven’t seen in a while, who approaches me and starts talking. They say my name but I can’t remember what there name is no matter how hard I try. Maybe it’s not meant to be. So awkward!
I know you remember me and I remember you too. Ok, I’m lying. I vaguely remember you but clearly you know my name. You look familiar, but since my brain isn’t functioning I’m stuck looking at you like you have 12 heads. I want to ask who you are, but I’m embarrassed. That would be messed up if we were once close friends. I search my memories, your belongings, something that will give me a clue. I keep coming up short. I dare not call you any name, so I resort to the small talk. After you leave, I’ll look at all my friends on social media to see which stalker you are. Maybe next time we see each other, I will have a name for you… Or maybe not. Till we meet again.
Ps. I know you checked me out on Facebook to make sure you had my name right.
This girl right here.