Ok…my friend Dan saw some chick who looked exactly like me at a restaurant in Boulder. He didn’t approach her as he didn’t know me very well and thought that he’d look lame if he tried to start up a conversation. He wrote to me later on asking if it was me, and upon finding out that it wasn’t, he was pretty weirded out. Now, this alone isn’t the weird thing. The weird thing is that people I know have been seeing duplicates of me for quite a long time, even people that really should know if someone is me or not. Back in high school, a boyfriend I had at the time, swore he saw me at the mall, only the chick had blonde hair or something and he never got the chance to confront her. Other close friends have also ran into similar situations. One lady approached me at a store absolutely convinced that I was her friend’s daughter and a friend I had in high school was totally surprised to see me as he was convinced that I was one of his best friends from Germany. A few years ago, my current boyfriend and I saw a picture on the wall at Foley’s of someone who looked very uncannily like me. :eek: She was even wearing a shirt I owned. We stared at that picture for quite some time. In Kindergarten, my goal was to make 5 million clones of myself and take over the world…I wonder if that has anything to do with this. 
Oh well, just a random thing I thought I’d share.
That wasn’t your goal you’re remembering. It was the goal of your host body. You didn’t know? :pause for dramatic effect: You’re the clone!
Sadly, though, you now know too much. The men in black suits are on their way…
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I really hate that stupid smiley. I really do. When I try to use it, I get a colon and a P. When I’m not trying to use it, well…that happens.
Ugh.
I was walking down the street the other day, and I passed a guy that looked eerily like me. I thought I was passing some kinda freaky mirror for a second. He looked a little perturbed too, but we said nothing and continued on our ways.
It was quite surreal.
At least you’re not running into your own clones!
I once mistook someone else for myself in a friend’s photo. To be fair, the haircut was pretty similar, and the angle was about 3/4, so there wasn’t that much face showing. But that was pretty weird, and made me look dumb.
On the first day of college a girl plunked down beside me and began to chat as if we were best friends.
I had NO clue who she was.
It took her a minute to realize I was giving her the (patent pending) “Who the fuck are you and why are you wasting my airspace?” look.
Aren’t you (so and so) from South High?
Nope.
Oh.
You think thats weird, huh? A guy I know once mistook a african-american woman for me. The strange part is that I’m a white guy. How does that work? More importantly, how should I feel about it?! 
You have it easy; I look just like Prince Edward.
I was on the bus with one of my clones on Monday. I rarely ride the bus, so I’ve never seen her before. I tried not to stare at her while we were waiting at the stop, and the whole trip, but I had no book and she sat across from me, so I stared. Even odder is that my stop is third from the end of the line, and she was getting up to get off after I got off, so she lives within blocks of me and works within blocks of me.
Freshman year in college I went out with a guy a couple times before his friends told me he was dating me because I looked exactly like the high-school sweetheart who dumped him after senior year. They showed me her senior picture, and it could have been mine. I dumped him too.
I wish I could find a cite for this, but when I was at Kent, a guy kept getting stopped by people who claimed to know him, and it really puzzled him. Finally one of his class mates introduced him to his double, and it was his own twin brother. They had been adopted separately at birth, and IIRC, neither one knew they were a twin (hey, it was the early 70’s). In fact, I seem to recall it got even weirder in that they were triplets, and found #3 at a nearby college, but I may be wrong about that. I know I clipped out the newspaper articles, but who knows where that box is!
I see double people … all the time.
But then, I’ve been known to hang out arond twins conventions.
and I clearly can’t type this evening, either…
I dated a girl very briefly, and broke things off because she just wasn’t very interesting at all. (And she looked like Beaker from The Muppet Show.) A year or so later I see her and a guy together, but I don’t pay too much attention to them and I figure that she doesn’t recognize me because I look totally different. (I’d let my hair grow and I was wearing a black trench coat and fedora [pre-Columbine, I might add], none of which I had when we were dating.) A few years later I’m in the grocery store and I see them again. Dude looked almost exactly like me. He didn’t have the long hair, but his build, his face, and everything looked enough like me that we both kind of paused when we saw one another. What’s even odder, is that he was now wearing a black trench coat! (I’m sure she bought it for him.) They also had a little baby with them. He seemed none too happy about the mess he’d found himself in and had a “You’re lucky you escaped!” expression on his face. I managed to keep from laughing until I left. Poor bastard.
I used to have a clone living about 30 miles away from me where I grew up. I’d constantly hear stories about people who saw me in odd places, like riding elephants at the fair (something I would NEVER in a million years be caught doing). People from other schools would shout out his name at me.
Finally, I actually ran across him in a department store. It was damn eerie. He was at the other end of an aisle, shopping for radios. It was as if someone had set a mirror up in the middle of the aisle.
It was possibly the most intensely strange experience I’ve ever had. He looked exactly like me, down to the bad haircut…
Now that I look back on it, I should have struck up a conversation and we could have started a life of crime…