Appparently I'm in the doghouse.Wife and I went to our local wine-bar/beer cooler place. We're not really regulars I guess, we go there 2-3 times a month. We usually sit outside after getting our drinks. The wife goes back in to get some water or crackers or something. She comes back out and says "the somalier (goofy kinda fat dude) actually hit on me." I asked her what went on.Wineguy: I hate to ask this but I know your name is either Carol or I want to say Michelle.Wife: Actually it is Melissa.Wineguy: Ahhh...that's right! I'm great at remembering faces but not names...that's why I remember you.Wife: You remember my face but not my name?Wineguy: Well, heh heh, you have certain attributes that are memorable.So she tells me this as we are sitting there but I just let it go.Later on we get home and she repeats the story. I finally say "he was talking about your boobs."So apparently that wasn't what I was supposed to say.