I have an uncanny knack for recognizing someone I met. Usually I would remember where I met them, but nothing more than that. And yet today, I went to my friend’s BBQ in Berkeley (mostly grad students) where I ran into someone I recognized. Across the lawn, I noticed him, not sure where I knew him from.
As I was talking to two other friends, I asked if they knew anybody else from CMU. They pointed to a pair in the corner—one of which was the guy I recognized with sandy brown hair. I said stupidly aloud, “Yeah…I don’t know who he is, he looks like someone from TV. That’s probably why.”
“Oh then, we’re going there now,” said my friend who promptly dragged me over.
She gestured to the guy in the sunglasses—a guy with black hair and said that I recognized him. In my embarrassment, I explained that it was the other guy and that I didn’t know how. And somehow that prompted nearly a 2 hour banter between the 2 of them. And by the end of the 2 hours, we discovered that we had another mutual friend in common. I had stared at him at this mutual friend’s birthday but we never interacted.
Maybe this means that I should stop staring.