Who Are You?

So if you know me at all, you know that I am bad with names and now faces. I will meet the same person three or four times introducing myself saying, "I dont believe we have met before." The stories go on and on and on again about how I forgot someone's name and was slapped, rejected, boldfaced turned from, and the typical rolling of the eyes. But the most recent and embarrassing story lies here in Nashville.

I am in a new town, meeting new friends, and looking for a new job. I can start new and fresd and don't have to be known as, Katlin - the guy who wont remember your name. But au contraire (word of the blog). In walks the main character Dustin, scene goes as follows:

Jamie: Hey, Katlin. Meet our friend Dustin.
Katlin: Hey, nice to meet you.

(Later that evening, like 10 minutes)

Katlin: Curtis, do you want anything to drink.
Dustin: Um, its Dustin.

(Later that SAME evening, like 30 min)

Katlin: Curtis, which one do you want to watch?
All: It's Dustin!!

(Just a few days later at a party)
(Dustin walks up to Katlin for the first time at the party)

Dustin: Katlin! (Followed by a huge hand slap)
Katlin: Cole!!
(Awkward exchange of looks)
Dustin: No, it's Curtis!
Katlin: Oh, yeah Curtis!! What's up!! (oblivious to the obvious sarcasm)
Dustin: No, for real, its Dustin...