Had lunch today with the ex at her villa in Sanur, along with an old friend of hers and a friend of the friend's, a rather attractive woman named Galuh.
"I'm Richard," I said, putting out my hand.
"I know," Galuh said, taking my hand. "We've met. More than once."
Hmm. Well, that's awkward. Although not unusual. Still, I should've thought that I would remember such a pretty face.
The old, now familiar curse of facial recognition failure strikes again.
This reminds me of another incident in the past. I was at the JCO Donuts café when a woman came out with a dish of ice cream and sat at the table beside mine. We chatted for a time, and when she got up to leave, I said that it had been nice to meet her.
"You've already met me," the woman said. I'm your neighbor."
Good grief.
I may as well just change my name to Stupid
"I'm Richard," I said, putting out my hand.
"I know," Galuh said, taking my hand. "We've met. More than once."
Hmm. Well, that's awkward. Although not unusual. Still, I should've thought that I would remember such a pretty face.
The old, now familiar curse of facial recognition failure strikes again.
This reminds me of another incident in the past. I was at the JCO Donuts café when a woman came out with a dish of ice cream and sat at the table beside mine. We chatted for a time, and when she got up to leave, I said that it had been nice to meet her.
"You've already met me," the woman said. I'm your neighbor."
Good grief.
I may as well just change my name to Stupid
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