Remember ME?

Don't you hate that feeling when you can't remember someone's name?  It is even worse when that person remembers yours and say comments like "It was nice seeing you by my work the other day!"  Is he a bartender?  Does he goes to my gym?  Did I hung out with him before?  And there you are trying to make your best Oscar-worthy performance by acknowledging everything that person says!  Yes?  So what happened to me last week was even worse....

After my friend Johanna's birthday at Poco Lounge and Restaurant in the East Village, where I consumed God only knows how many margaritas at $5 for Cinco de Mayo, I decided to pass by Barracuda to see my friend Dj Nando where he was been a guest Dj.  There I met this very charming guy, which I am going to call....errr...Norman.  So Norman and I hit it off and even started kissing at the bar, as promiscuous as you think Norman came with me home.  He even stayed, which again I don't normally let happen.  Trust me I am not as big of a whore as you might think.  Although kicking him out after sleeping with him doesn't necessarily fall under the most prudish situation.  Never mind, point is that the guy wakes up next to me in the morning.  I knew there was something about this guy that I found extremely attractive.  Something was feeling very familiar and comfortable.  And this is the part when he says: "Pedro, you don't remember me?  We have been together before and you used to come to my apt in Brooklyn..."  You can only imagine how I was feeling soooo insulted by Norman.  After all, I am no Samantha from Sex & the City!  It was not until we were drinking coffee that it all came back to my mind.  This has happened about 8 years ago!  Is there a reason why I am running into this guy again?  I guess I am going to have to start a log...not that I am that big of a whore....
I probably am, I hate PDA (Public Display of Affection for you out there living under a rock.)  One thing lead to another and