Went to a Thai restaurant on Saturday night for dinner with my lovely wife. We had a great time. At the table next to us was a party of about 10 people.
There was a guy who was clearly the guest of honour or something like that, probably his birthday if truth be told.
He was being showered with gifts from those around the table.
I was looking at him because I was sure I knew his face from somewhere. I just couldn't place it.
I am one of those people who remembers faces. It's a shame because I tend not to be where crime is taking place. If I was there I'd remember the face. People in court would be saying "isn't it amazing that the artist's impression of the perp is so realistic" and I of course would be thinking "nope. I remember faces".
Anyway I was looking at this guy on and off. I mean not like staring or anything, but a voice in my head kept telling me that I knew this guy and to go ahead and take another look.
The problem is I think the guy in question was wearing glasses when I met him previously, that's if it was him at all, and now the guy at the table was not wearing glasses. I mean it does change the shape of the eyes, the whole glasses on, glasses off thing.
So as we left I didn't bother taking a good look but I was leaning towards deciding that I don't actually know the guy.
So if you were in a Thai restaurant in South Dublin last saturday and noticed an extremely handsome youthful-looking man glancing at you occasionally it could have been me. Or not.
Anyway, off to bed. Bizarre dreams await me.
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