cocktail hour

so last night, at the pre-golf cocktail hour, the bartender gave me a funny look when i ordered a vodka tonic. he kept looking at me and then said, "hey, do i know you from somewhere? you look familiar." I replied, "i don't think so ... i have a pretty good memory for faces." to which he replied, "oh i remember, didn't we date when i liked girls?" at that point i knew he was f'ing with me and fired back, "wow. i think you're right. now i remember!" to which he replied, "well, don't worry, it wasn't you, it was me." at that point, my boss and i were cracking up and decided that we heart dave the bartender.