Monday, May 12, 2008

Who are you, again?

I've had this issue lately, and it surfaced once again yesterday, urging me to rant about it. We know several people through our extended group of friends who are rude, self-absorbed jerks. I don't know that there are too many other ways to put it. One or two of them have the particular problem of not remembering people they have met (sometimes on numerous occasions). Or, rather, not giving enough of a shit to pay attention when they meet the person so that they recognize them later.

Take, for example, the encounter my boyfriend had yesterday with the almost-ex-wife of a friend of a friend.

My boyfriend has met this gal numerous times over the last few years. Parties, get-togethers, group dinners out. He has had boys nights with her almost-ex-husband. He's played video games at their house. We've sat across the table from her at dinners.

So, when he ran into her at a local restaurant yesterday and gave her a polite "hey," he expected at least a vague recognition of familiarity. And got nothing. She did not recognize him. And she gave him a not-quite-polite brush off. (Or, maybe she did recognize him, and is just more of a bitch than we thought.)

Which is fine, actually. Because it's not like we need to expend energy on trying to be nice to her. But still. It's more than a little rude, if you ask me.


Nilsa S. said...

Sounds like this other person was too caught up in her own world to see two feet in front of her. Quite literally. It's sad, but be glad you're not more involved.

Liz said...

I get angry at my husband when he doesn't remember the names of people I've talked about at least a dozen times and he's met at least two or three times. I know ALL of his co-workers names, but he can't remember any of mine. It's frustrating, and totally rude of him. On more than one occassion we have walked into someone else's house for a party and he couldn't remember the name of the homeowners, even though their names had come up in conversation several times (as in, No you can't go golfing because we have to go to Jen and Chris' house). UGH!