Memory Loss Game

I remember reading a long time ago a story in a local magazine about a young man who had been in a bad car accident and sustained bouts of memory loss from it. I wish I could find a link or a publishing date/name, because the article was astounding confirmation, in a roundabout way, of the effectiveness of Game. (An association I hadn’t made at the time reading it, but upon recalling the article realized it was there.)

Buried in the middle of a winding bio about the car-struck man was a funny aside he admitted regarding his post-accident dating life. Paraphrasing, he said that he was dating more girls than before his accident, and it surprised him because he kept forgetting their names, faces, and the circumstances in which they met. He said a girl would call or text him (this was long enough ago that calling was still a thing) and he would have to ask her name and how they hit it off. If he initiated the follow-up call or text, he’d scan his phone for newly added numbers (which sometimes had the girl’s accompanying name entered as “BAR X GIRL”), and have to ask the girl to remind him where, when and how they met.

Hilariously, he said that this ordeal became so taxing that occasionally he’d just come right out and say “I have you as BAR X GIRL in my phone. I have memory loss from an accident, could you tell me if you were the girl I met at BAR X?”

His eureka moment came when, after months stumbling through his strange new memory-less dating landscape, he realized his inability to remember girls’ names or important facts about them had no effect on his love life. If anything, he said his dance card was more full than ever. He said girls would be offended at first by what they thought was his lack of consideration for their worth, but wind up making out with him at the end of the night anyway. Crucially, he mentioned he rarely told girls about his accident because he didn’t want his dates turning into sexless sympathy hugs. He’d just say he forgot this or that about the girls, and carry on as if nothing was amiss between them.

The lesson is an ancient one: chicks dig men who act like they have a surfeit of snapper options. And one way to signal your desirability to many women is to sometimes forget their names and favorite colors.