My dear friend, the Only Slight Sleazy Lobbyist, and I were at the tail end of the best kind of late and lazy summer Sunday. Our unplanned day included top down driving around the city, a farmers market, a spin through Haines Point, a trip to the batting cage, and a couple of beers on a patio. We went back to his place to watch the end of the Giants game on the massive porn machine that adorns his wall. It didn’t take too long for us to realize that game was a replay from the previous night so we switched to the latest episode of Entourage.
E, my favorite character on the show, was having a conversation with his sort of girlfriend when he accidentally called her by his ex-girlfriend’s name.
OSSL: That ever happen to you?
Refugee: Once. In bed with a woman too.
OSSL: Are you serious, what did you say?
Refugee: I didn’t know it happened… in my defense, we both had been boozing for a while. I woke up the next morning and she was on the couch and really frosty toward me. She and I were in a generally weird place, so I just thought she was in one of her moods. I left. It wasn’t until much later in the day that I got a text from her that asked “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
OSSL: How did you respond?
Refugee: I still had no idea what happened so I replied “Inasmuch as I haven’t a clue, what are you talking about?” Then she told me that I said another woman’s name while we were in bed. There really was no recovery from that, but that’s not the worst part for me.
OSSL: Oh god, what’s worse?
Refugee: I really just wanted to ask her what name I said.
The Restaurant Refugee 
As Yogi said, it’s like deja vu, all over again.
Leave it to you to remind me of that which I had forgotten.
In general, I can’t remember the names of the men I’ve slept with over the years, so I think I’m pretty safe.
I am embarrassed to admit that I couldn’t recall every name if I tried
Been there. Done it.
Never have I seen a man… “recoil”… so quickly.
In both senses.
I wonder how I would react if I were on that side of the equation, I wonder how it might have been different prior to this experience.
Intriguing post that found me laughing out loud at the last and oh-so-classic line!
I think we’ve all been there, haven’t we? When I was with Embassy Guy, I said his best friend’s name in bed. I give him credit for not “recoiling” as LiLu so aptly put it in her comment.
Thanks, and I really hope not to repeat that experience… but I am sure that karma is lurking somewhere.
Ouch. But I would have wanted to know, too; that’s a pretty powerful invasion of the subconscious.
It would have been more powerful had it not been aided by booze.
I would have HAD to ask, asshole move or not. You have excellent restraint!
Social circles are small in this city. Satisfying my burning curiosity would not have been worth the sever social ramifications of such a rampantly assholish move… not that I weighed the options or anything.
hahahahahaha i have SO done that. thank the maker his name rhymed with “damn” so the boy in bed did not pick it up.
my awkward question? was that the last time you slept with her?
Did he not hear, or simply choose ignorance as the wiser course of action? To your question… not sure I’m willing to answer that.
oh, burn! can’t say it’s never happend to me though.
and also? the whole re-watching of a previously aired game has gotten me before too. that’s the worst!
Apparently this was a more common experience than I thought.
as long as it wasnt your mamas name..your good to go..
xoxo
Fortunately for me, mama has a name that is sufficiently rare in my dating pool.
This is why I’ve dated 3 brians and 2 ryans. there’s no way i can deal with remembering other names.
I wish I was the kinda guy who had that luck, but that has never been the case… except for the summer of the two Sarahs way long ago.
Having only ever slept with one man, I can’t really say anything of this sort has ever happened to me. But really, shame on you 😛 but touche for not inquiring any further about the other name you called out.
As someone with only one “sin” are you sure that you really want to cast that stone?
only reason for the question was, if not, then your faux pas was not a big deal.
Still no comment.
Lovely. Though I’m still stuck on the visual of you at the batting cage, in a suit, of course.
Lazy summer Sundays like this one are usually suit free.
E is your favorite character? Drama or Turtle for me. Probably Drama.
Drama and Turtle are more interesting, but E is the one closest to my character… not that I can identify too much.
Just started reading your blog!
Been there, done it but way worse. Went on a date +++ (scenario may have been changed), he made a joke/flirty comment: You look like you get a lot of dates, can you even remember my name(cheesy!). Truth is I didn’t!