Originally Posted by lifetime fan
It was really loud in the bar and I thought I was on to a winner when she asked me if I wanted to come back to hers for another drink. There's no way I'm then going to ask her what her name is in the taxi and fuck it all up 
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A mate of mine had a similar problem a few years back and realises the next morning he doesn't remember her name. Being the smooth operator that he is (yes that is irony) he doesn't take the old look at the post option like most of us would he says to her in the morning, "So what was your name?". Just so we're clear he asked her because he wanted to see her again and not in some macho posturing way.
Needless to say she was not best impressed at having her bonnet popped by a guy who couldn't remember her name the next day and refused his further advances (including flowers)
Of course the fact that he's ginger may have had something to do with it. I forget now.