I often pretend not to know things I do know.
And then sometimes I seriously just forget stuff. Because it wasn’t important to me.
Sure, it was important to -you- that you stabbed those hookers, but I wasn’t one of the hookers, and why would I be thinking about that?
RN
There’s a difference between not bringing up dirt and pretending you don’t know it. If I knew dirt about someone I’ve just met, I wouldn’t bring it up. But if someone else brought it up, I probably wouldn’t pretend I’d never heard it.
We should go for Happy Hour the next time I’m in town. 
what a vanilla situation.
join the gay world where you need to pretend you haven’t already seen someone’s d pics or remembered your grindr sext history when you’re being freshly introduced
I forget a lot of things and I don’t like interrupting people so I tend to hear the same story told over and over again. If people think they have told me before and press the issue, then I’ll explain the finish of the story and that seems to solve it. Something like, “Oh, is this when you found the woodchuck under the garage?” I’m not certain I figure out people’s secrets while having casual conversation though so this may not apply to you.
i overheard someone telling our long time security guard happy bday, and it was the same day as my mom’s. so next year i’m gonna tell him happy bday just to freak him out haha
In the networking book Never Eat Alone the author recommends researching people on social media to know more about them and be able to discuss common interests. I can’t remember it ever backfiring. I’d find it more flattering than creepy myself.
Little murkier before a first date imo, though I guess I understand doing the background check on men for safety reasons
It can’t be creepy if the people put it on their public profiles right? Presumably they made it public so anyone could look at it.
Some of us have been online for so long, we have forgotten things we posted, say, 20 years ago.
Some of us have been intoxicated for so long, we barely remember who we met say, last night.
Creepy isn’t binary - it’s a specturm.
ifyp, imo.
Oh, I’m on the spectrum alright.
You ARE the spectrum.
I’m a spectacle
Your mom is the spectrum.
Most of the info I’ve posted is not about myself.
Indeed, which is why it’s easy to forget…especially after 20 years.
Hell, I forgot what I said yesterday.