I'm generally good with dates. I'm one of those people who can tell you what I was doing the third Wednesday of January 2013 (dinner on campus at 5:45, student org meeting at 6 pm, the library at 8:30, home by 10). "Serial" would never happen to me.

I also remember people's birthdays because of this. Sara's is July 11 (because 7-Eleven), another friend's is March 14, and another's March 15.

One year I even knew my former crush's birthday, because of course I did. January 29.

I texted her happy birthday morning of.

She replied, "Thanks! But it's tomorrow."