When it comes to romance, it always pays to remember the fundamentals. Our intern Lynsey Gilchrist considers the most basic of the basics:
Recently I introduced two friends at a club. Before too long they went to over the bar, where they briefly made out. When they came back to our table and sat down together, the guy turned to me and asked loudly, in front of 10-or-so people, “What was her name again?” In the end, she had the last laugh. The next time we all went out together, she showed up sporting a “Hello, My Name Is…” sticker.
I know no reader of this column would never make that mistake, but just in case the worst happens, try to find out her name before trying to make a move. It’s even better to opt for the classic “Hey, you” than embarrass her in public and guarantee that you will receive no further action. Or you could get everyone to start subscribing to this guy’s theory and never have to worry about it.
If remembering names is a chronic problem for you, check out July’s Playboy Advisor for some tips.
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Wait -- wasn't this a Sienfield episode?
When you volume date you forget names which was one of the reason why I narrowed my focus personally.
That guy sounds sort of buffonish, I doubt I would have been as graceful as Lynsey's friend. In fact that's a "What Would Tura Satana Do" situation which means he'd be singing "Amanda" by Boston in high C for the remainder of the evening...