I had breakfast at The Market in Denver’s lovely Larimer Square on Thursday, meeting with two freelance writer friends, Tim Beyers and Cheryl Meyers. While noshing and dishing and note-taking (these are the primary behavioral traits of all freelancers when found in groups) I noticed a familiar looking woman pass our table. I was certain I knew her, and based on the eye contact followed by face aversion, I knew she recognized me too but didn’t remember how.
When returning from feeding my parking meter (another behavior specific to urban freelancers), I saw the woman again. So, I had to ask:
Me: “Hey, I know you from somewhere, don’t I?”
Her: “Yeah, me too. Not sure.”
Me: “Do you know Gabe and Whitney?”
Her: “Nope. Wait, I’m friends with Emily, yes.”
Me: “Ah, that’s it. Cool. Nice to see you.”
Her: “Jennifer.”
Me: “Ron.”
Case closed, problem solved. I return to our table and think nothing more of it. Two minutes later, the woman shouts across the cafe:
Her: “I know how I know you. We’re friends on Facebook.”
That has not happened to me, but it occurred to me a few weeks ago that it could. Funny.