I will not remember your name.
I will vaguely remember your face, in an I-really-ought-know-this-person sense. If were in politics or sales, I would live or die by my Farley File. This is not unusual. Many people have trouble with names.
However. I will remember the name of your pet. First time you tell me and forever after, particularly if said pet is a horse or a cat.
In high school, I made a new friend at the barn. I could not for the life of me retain her name, even though it was the same name as my father’s live-in girlfriend (No issues here!). Instead, I called her by her horse’s stable name. Normally, this would not bother a horse person. Unfortunately, her horse was a stoutly-built Quarter Horse. For the first few months, I called her “Tubs”.
Inspired by Whatever: A Series of Tweets Regarding My Own Personal Sexism, in which the author talks about his tendency to remember attractive women more so than others. Nope. Not I. Male. Female. Attractive. Unattractive. I am an equal-opportunity forgetter.
(Base image from the online catalogue of Staples, my favorite of the office supply stores. Yes, I have a favorite office supply store. Pens, paper, boxes, mmmmmm.) (Later, the store I like is Office Depot. Know where it is; forgot which one it was. KTW)