Mystery Mistaken Identity...
...courtesy of some random drunken bint and her mate on a night out a couple of years ago:

HER: 'Oh I tell ya, you look just like that guy.'
ME: 'Which one?'
HER: 'Oh you know, THAT guy. From thingymebob.'
HER'S MATE: 'Yeah, you know, THAT guy'
ME: 'Um, nope, still not with you.'
HER: 'Oh come on, there can't be that many of you.'
ME: 'Guys? No, I think you'll find that there are a couple billion of us, but then I'm talking worldwide here because you've not really narrowed it down much.'
HER: 'Well I don't know his name, and you're not being very helpful, so, {shrugs in a 'blown your chance' kind of way}'
ME: 'Yeah well, as much as I'd love to be able to remember something from your own somewhat addled memory, human brains can't interact like that for the most part so, {shrugs in a 'do I look fucking bothered?' kind of way}'

And with that and a grimace, she and her mate tottered off, presumably to direct similar vacuous shite at some other poor unfortunate.

I was informed later that she was trying to chat me up (in a gay bar when I was with with a gaggle of gay mates, as if I needed more proof that she wasn't the sharpest blade in the roll) or at least get some free drinks out of me, but if that's true then it's the lamest attempt at either objective that I've ever been on the receiving end of. Nil points.

Feminine wiles? Not all of them are so blessed, it seems.
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Wed 6 Jun 2007, 10:03, Reply)