yeah, holy fucking tangents aha! just tell us who it was, i don’t have a story to share.
I had the reverse experience recently. Tried to look up an old college roommate when visting the old college town with wife and son. Since I could not get a listing, I gave up. But a day later bumped into him in a shopping mall. Unbelievable. As I said “John , is that you?” he stared at me with a complete blank on his face. I was just so surprised to run into him, I started going on about the odds of us bumping into each other like this, what with me trying to fidn his number and all…Then I get a grip, and realize that he must think I’m a stalker or something, so I hurry up and tell him who I am (changed a lot since then), and we had a great laughhh about it. But it was the spookiest thing to run into him like that…
I agree, don’t play the game, just say your name.
Sili
ROFLMAO! Oh, my sides! This is the sort of thing that I could never in a million years say. But the next time someone does this to me, I will think it. Then I will no doubt begin laughing hysterically and they’ll hurry away, alarmed, and the problem will be solved. 
My grandfather was fairly well-known person in our state (pretty high up in state government), so in his life he met a lot of people, some of whom thought they were closer personal friends with him than in fact they were – one of his gifts was the ability to connect with people. As he got older, people would often come up to him and say “Jim! How’ve you been? You remember me? Oh, come on, surely you remember me!” I was just a kid (he died when I was 13), but I can remember thinking: “He’s eighty years old, he knows a lot of people, and he pretty clearly doesn’t remember you. Give an old man a break!” Then I’d kick them in the shins. Okay, not really, but I wish I had.
Rhymes with a female body part…?
DOLORES!
She was the chick I used to buttslam in my 56 chevy pickup…ok? Satisfied?
No, but hopefully she was… 
Esprix
Not till I get to buttslam her in your 56 chevy pickup.
This sort of thing happens to me all the time!. In high-school, I was one of those people who gets remembered for being weird. Everybody knew my name. So now, four years later, I still occasionally run into people whom I wouldn’t know from a hole in the wall, but who remember me and what I was like back then. Fortunately, due to my eccentric reputation, I can pretty much get away with any response. What is more difficult to deal with is the fact that my father is a prominent political figure in my hometown. I often run into people who remember me, but whom I do not remember at all, and they always turn out to be county commissioners or state senators or something…
I’d love to!