so, this is me.

I am very, very good at remembering names. From the very first time we meet, I remember your name. But then I see you a few weeks later, our carts bumping into each other in the dairy aisle or something, and you laugh and apologize for forgetting my name and then I laugh harder and apologize for forgetting your name and we go through the introductions all over again and say goodbye and me and the Red Baron roll by the cottage cheese, grateful to have escaped that undeniable moment of sheer desperation when I blurt out “RACHEL!” and realize with quickening dread that you obviously do not remember my name, therefore confirming that you are popular with a lot of what I’m sure are attractive friends and I, who can retain the names of practically perfect strangers, spend a lot of time at home eating frozen pizza, most likely with a cat.