I usually remember names but yes there are times when I am talking to the person like a long-lost friend and all that is processing in my mind is what’s the name of this person. The  bonding makes the people around assume that you’re best of buds but all you can think of  is “Oh God! Don’t let her know I don’t remember her name.”
It’s understandable though if the friend is your parents. Right? Like how am I supposed to remember someone I met when I was small? They are like ” Hey! You have grown up so much. Remember me?” – No I don’t but somehow I don’t want to hurt his feelings and so I tell him that “Of course! I remember you” (Hoping he wouldn’t further ask me about anymore details) but his expectant face reveals how much he is waiting for me to utter his name. Dad??? Come on! Help me!!! He is your friend.

Fine! Such situations are still acceptable but what if the other person is your friend? There is this moment that I am going to share with you all which I am not so proud of.