I'm the same
In my head they are
'the red headed woman with the mole her cheek'
'the woman who works in x shop'
'the bloke from the allotments'
'the guy who busks outside the co-op ...badly'
etc
They have told me their names, I just dont remember

God forbid if we ever meet out of context, I havnt got a flipping clue who they are
(insomniac-surfer oh go on then, just this once, Sat 17 Jul 2010, 0:50, 1 reply)

Argh, and you get that moment
when you see someone on the street, and you know them, but you don't know the context... so you don't know whether to smile or nod or say hello... or run...
(Sivvus trolley collision in the fruit aisle led to a jam, Sat 17 Jul 2010, 0:54, closed)

Absolutely
And then theres the ones you recognise but not where from, smile a polite hello, maybe with a friendly wave so as not to offend by not remembering where you know them from.
And realise later on they are an actor off TV who doesnt know you from Adam.
Pfft I guess they are used to that anyway
(insomniac-surfer oh go on then, just this once, Sat 17 Jul 2010, 1:03, closed)

Maybe they feel exactly the same way.
So they're walking past thinking, "Do I know that person?" rather than "Oh god, another fan..."

Unless they're an utter prick, of course. You get the impression with some actors that if their mother stopped them on the street, they'd give 'em an autograph.
(Sivvus trolley collision in the fruit aisle led to a jam, Sat 17 Jul 2010, 1:06, closed)

LOL
Yep met a few of those.

But also some very nice ones
I once had a very odd converation with someone i thought i knew about buying knickers.
( too long a story to relate here)
Afterwards someone said 'why were you talking knickers with him?'
erm why not?
Cos he's on (insert some famous soap opera)

oh, oops I thought he was someone I knew
(insomniac-surfer oh go on then, just this once, Sat 17 Jul 2010, 1:15, closed)