Dating and Relationship Advice – Remembering A Girl’s Name

A target’s name is her keepsake. To know it is a privilege and a curse. If she tells you her name she’s sharing a part of herself with you, and that in itself is important. The problem most guys have is our memory. It doesn’t matter how many time they tell us their name, we just don’t remember it. Every time we forget is like a slap in the face to the target. I recommend to most guys, don’t even bother asking for her name. You won’t remember it when she asks you.

The problem most guys have with remembering names is that we just don’t hear it in the first place. The bar can be crowded and loud, so rather than being rude and asking her to repeat, we just shake our heads in agreement that we understood. There’s no need to be embarrassed about it. It can be very flattering to the target that you are making such a big fuss in making sure you know her name.

Names are easy to remember, you just need to know a trick or two.

The first thing you want to do when the target tells you her name is to repeat it. Say it out loud as if you were asking a question, so the target will respond yes or no if you say her name correctly. This allows us to start the memory process. Repetition is the most common memory technique. Now that we are sure of their name, we want to be able to visualize their name. For example, if the target’s name was Heather, I would think of a heater. If her name was Amanda, I would think of a big dumb jock going, “Duh!”Stephanie would be stuffing falling out of a knee. Use your imagination, the more crazy the idea, easier it will be to remember.

We are a visual society, therefore, it’s easy to accept that most everyone is a lot better at remembering faces then they are at remembering names. First impressions are very helpful when it comes to remembering the targets name.When you look at her face, there is always one prominent feature that will stick out in your mind. A high forehead, big nose, small nose, gap tooth, nice smile, blue eyes, big ears, birthmark, whatever sticks out first remember it. Not only does that feature stick out now, buy also every time you see again after that. By studying her face, you are forcing yourself to remember what she looks like.

Now that we have her name and can visualize the name in our heads, and we have their most prominent facial feature, we want to link the two together. Suppose our target’s name is Heather and the thing we noticed about her was a high forehead. I want to visually link her name to her high forehead. I visualize scorching heat coming out of vents located on Heather’s forehead. You want to make this as ridiculous as possible. Let’s take Stephanie, suppose she has a gap in her front teeth. Again I want to visually link her name to the gap in her teeth. I visualize taking my knee and striking Stephanie in the face with it, knocking out a tooth, in place of blood, there is stuffing coming out of her mouth. The more ridiculous the visualization the easier it will be to remember. (Stuffing? Knee? Stephanie! Got it?)

Start practicing this concept as part of your daily routine and before you know, it will become second nature.

Does anyone out there have any other sytems to remember people’s names?

 

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Wildwood Daze – Summer of 1977 – El Morro Motel

It had been the worst year of my young life. I was 14 going on 15 years old. But Junior High at Fels was finally over and I was at the shore for the summer in Wildwood. I was basically what my father called a Prisoner of Love. That meant limited time out. You don’t get rewarded with a bunch of fun and free time after having such a shitty school year. I think if some of the bullying laws were in place back then like they are now maybe I wouldn’t have had such a horrible time in school.

When a child is being abused at school and at home you just can’t concentrate in school. I was a smart kid, but I hated my life and didn’t want to apply myself like my more compliant and solid sister Janice.

My father was going to keep me busy all summer doing chores around the house. First of which was to scrub all of the rust off of all of the bicycles. The salt air oxidizes all things metal at the shore. It was going to be a horrible arduous task.

I was walking down 10th street one day with my friend Dominic. We were probably coming from our favorite arcade, Botto’s. We were nearly to the corner of 10th and Ocean ave. It was a warm day in June. That corner property was the El Morro Motel. It was a cute classic seashore motel. (That’s the best pic I could find of it, but that’s the genuine article)

On the door to the office was a Help Wanted sign for a poolboy. I went in and applied. I had never had a job before and didn’t even know how to go about it. But I went in and spoke to the owner. He told me to fill out a little application, and come back with signed working papers. I think you need that if you’re under the age of 18. (Maybe 16?)

My skin was clearing up in the summer sun and sea. My top braces had been taken off, and I didn’t need to wear my glasses all of the time. So I was emerging from puberty as an okay looking boy. I felt a little more human.

I go home and tell my parents. My mom said we’d go to the local city hall and get the necessary forms. But when my father found out he was overjoyed. That’s all it took. This was the beginning of my teenage years getting better. No more prison time, I was treated better, and especially no rust scrubbing job for me. This was actually the turning point for me as a young man.

I got the job and started that Monday morning at 7am.  I made $40 a week. But for a 14-year-old kid in 1977, that was serious money. I was living on $5 a week allowance from my mom and doing fine. Comic books were 20 cents back then so for a buck you could get five! A slice of pizza was fifty cents and a soda was a quarter. Pinball was twenty-five cents for three games. So five bucks went a long way back then. The rest of the time we were on the beach playing. That was summer back then.

I go in and the owner is there to show me how to do the job. I thought I’d be skimming the pool and what not, I had no idea what a job was but I actually had a somewhat complex job description. Pool Boy sounds like a nothing job but here is what I did all morning at the El Morro Motel.

Bring out all of the cushions for the lounge chairs around the pool. Empty and clean all of the ashtrays between each one. Sweep around the pool area. Mix the cleaning agent in a bucket and scrub all of the tiles around the entire pool above the water’s surface. Skim the bugs and detritus off the surface of the water. Hook up the aqua vacuum and clean the bottom and walls of the pool under the water. Check the PH balance of the water in the pool and add chlorine as necessary. Clean the baby pool the same way you clean the big pool. Sweep up around the hotel in front of the rooms. Vacuum the Astroturf on the second floor outside the rooms. Empty and clean all of the ashtrays in front of every motel room. Sweep the walkways, and pick up any trash around the parking lot. Then come back at night around 7pm and bring in all of the cushions from the lounge chairs around the pool. Take out the trash cans every week. So basically Pool Boy means entire motel maintenance crew!

Around 11am I would finish and punch out. This was my favorite time of the day. I would smoke a cigarette. (Fuckin’ punk I was) Then I would go back home two blocks away. Best part was, my mom would still be at the beach with the girls. Janice would be working over at Russo’s Market, so she wouldn’t be home, and like I said, my mom wouldn’t be back to the house with little April and Gabrielle until noon. So there was only one thing to do.

Put the album Aerosmith “Rocks” on my dad’s stereo and crank that shit up and play air guitar and pretend I was in a rock band and chicks were screaming my name. It was glorious. Girls hated me in junior high because I basically looked and acted like a leper, but a boy can dream for a half hour alone in his house.

So things were looking up for me. As long as I got up every morning and went to work and behaved myself, I was in the black with my parents.

Life was good. But it was about to become wonderful…

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