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I know you well. It’s true I always have a little trouble with your name, but I do know your name. I just don’t know it at this moment.We’re at a big party. We’ve kissed hello. We’ve had a delightful conversation about how we are the last two people on the face of the earth who don’t kiss on both cheeks. Now we’re having a conversation about how phony all the people are who do kiss on both cheeks. Ha ha ha ha ha.
You’re so charming. If only I could remember your name. It’s inexcusable that I don’t. You’ve been to my house for dinner. I tried to read your last book. I know your girlfriend’s name, or I almost know.
It’s something like Chanelle. Only it’s not. Chantelle? That’s not it either. Fortunately, she isn’t here, so I haven’t forgotten both of your names.
I’m becoming desperate. It’s something like Larry. Is it Larry? No, it’s not. Jerry? No, it’s not. But it ends with a y. Your last name: three syllables, starts with a c. Starts with a g?
I’m losing my mind.
But a miracle occurs: The host is about to toast the guest of honor. Thank God. I can escape to the bar.
I will spend the rest of the night scrolling through the alphabet in an attempt to come up with your name. If I fail, there’s always Google.
If only I could remember what that last book was about.
Have we met? I think we’ve met. But I can’t be sure.
We were introduced, but I didn’t catch your name because it’s so noisy at this party.
I’m going to assume we know each other and I’m not going to say, “Nice to meet you.” If I say, “Nice to meet you,” I know what will happen. You’ll say, “We’ve met.” You’ll say it in a sort of aggressive, irritable tone. And you won’t even tell me your name so I can recover in some way.
So I’m not going to say, “Nice to meet you.” I’ll have a big smile on my face. I won’t look desperate. But what I’ll be thinking is, Please throw me your name. Please, please, please. Give me a hint. My husband is likely to walk up, and I’ll have to introduce you, and I won’t be able to, and you’ll know that I have no idea who you are, even though we probably spent an entire weekend together on a boat in 1984.
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