Single in the BOI: Mr. Forgetful

Dating in the BOI has been an adventure, to say the least. From awkward first dates, to run-ins with people from my past, it sure isn’t boring here in the BOI.


For this entry, I changed it from Dating in the BOI to Single in the BOI because I’ll start sharing stories about my “Single Ladies” experiences when I go out.


Last month, it felt like I went to Fatty’s a whole lot. Maybe because it was 3 weekends in a row where I ended up at Fatty’s.

When I tell people I go to Fatty’s, the responses vary: some people respond with an immediate annoyed look, others say “I LOVE FATTY’S”, or I don’t really get a reaction. More like an indifference.  To me, any place which plays music, has room to walk around, and I can see a dancing Panda is a win.


On those three separate occasions, I ran into this one guy — I’ll call him Mr. Forgetful (keep reading, because I’ll tell you why he has this name).  Nothing really stood out about this one guy — he’s actually shorter than me, wears hoodies, and smells like cigarettes. BUT I’m a sucker for pretty smiles and a guy has his own way of being (not in a big crowd acting reckless and consistently bumping into me!)


Going against my norm, I smiled back at him prompting him to want to walk my way and give me a high-5. Yes, he gave me high-5. Not sure if this was out of nervousness or what. But I played along. Don’t want to knock down a high-5.


Later that night, I continued to dance in a solo fashion enjoying the sounds of the deejay. Mr. Forgetful approaches me, and this time he decides to… wait for it (in my Barney voice from HIMYM)..HUG ME.

Yes, this time he hugged me.


Honestly, I thought that was pretty cute gesture. It also made me realize how much he smelled like cigarettes (not really a fan of cigarettes).


As the night went on, he came back and we engaged in a conversation.  He asked me my:

  1. Name
  2.  Where I’m from (he’s not from Boise)
  3. If I come to Fatty’s often

I told him my name probably more than once. But who is counting.


The following weekend, who do I see at Fatty’s? Yes, Mr. Forgetful. No, this isn’t where he forgets who I am. He actually remembered. Instead of a hug or a high-5, this time he extended his arm out and gave me a casual greeting. While doing that he yells out I remember YOU!


This time, I didn’t stay out long and only wanted a temporary escape by listening to music at Fatty’s. When I did see him, we danced together for a bit (side note: I’m proud that I got over my own insecurities when dancing with someone shorter than me; he’s probably 5’8 or shorter. I’m noticeably taller given I’m 5’10).


This hi/bye game was what happened the third time I saw him at Fatty’s.


This is when he became Mr. Forgetful.


When I went to the Egyptian Theater for Valentine’s Day to see When Harry Met Sally, I recognized a familiar face. Mind you, some weeks had past since I last saw him. After giving the young lady my entry ticket, I saw Mr. Forgetful working at the Egyptian. With some seconds passing, Mr. Forgetful turns and says to me oh, don’t I know you from somewhere?

Mmmmkayyyy.

Do you know me from somewhere?


Hey buddy — it’s not like I’ve seen you at so many places in Boise. I’ve never bumped into you at any other place but Fatty’s. Yet, it’s challenging for you to remember me. Even my friend was like really? She remembers me talking about Mr. Forgetful when we went out to Fatty’s together. He even walked by us that one night.


I did what anyone would do — greeted him by his first name, and I reminded him we’d met at Fatty’s.


You know what he did? Walked around where he was stationed while working, and he decided to hug  me.

Kinda awkward.

So here’s the scoop. He doesn’t probably remember me because :

  1. He wants to come off as aloof and un-bothered.
  2. He may have been under the influence during out 3 separate conversations, including me mentioning my name at least 3 times (my thoughts & reason).
  3. Or, he’s that forgetful

Overall, I thought it was entertaining.


You’re probably asking whether I genuinely expect someone to remember my name after meeting/talking in a nightclub. Honestly — yes, yes I do. Regardless of whether I’ve meet you at Fatty’s, at Albertson’s, or while at a professional event. I try to remember names & faces, especially if it’s more than one occasion I see you.

I haven’t seen him since the Egyptian, and I really don’t plan on seeing him anytime soon. Don’t get me wrong, I do plan on going to Fatty’s and enjoy an amazing night out.


I might just become inflicted with selective amnesia next time I happen to see him.


Single Boiseans: what do you do when someone doesn’t recognize you after a few exchanges?

 

 

 

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