Met? No. But one day maybe I will bump into Brad Pitt. 
I apparently look like a target employee though because everytime I go in that store someone asks me directions thinking I work there!
I’m told I look a lot like Jason Lee (mallrats) or John Stewart. Never been asked for an autograph though
-chuckles-
I’ve had several people sit and stare for a while, then tell me that my facial expressions are just like so-and-so, then walk off without letting me know who it is I resemble.
The Disney Channel has a show called “The Stevens,” and the little brother has a crush or a girl friend who “looks exactly like” me. -shrugs- I always thought I was unusual looking in a bad way?
Several years ago Mr. S and I went to the Grand Rapids, MI area to visit his family. We went to the nearby Rosie’s Diner (railroad car diner, was used in the Bounty commercials with Nancy Walker) for dinner. Our waitress asked if I had a sister, and I said yes, but she looks nothing like me and she lives in Wisconsin. “Oh. Well, one of our waitresses here looks just like you!” OK, fine, whatever.
As we were paying our bill, I saw a photocopied article from the local paper about a student who had won a big scholarship. There was a photo of a girl who bore a passing resemblance to me. I pointed it out to Mr. S. “Look – that must be the waitress they were talking about.” He agreed that there was some similarity between me and “Nancy.”
We liked Rosie’s, so the next day we went back for lunch – and were seated in Nancy’s section. Oh. My. God. She was younger, a little thinner. She had dimples in her cheeks when she smiled, and I do not. But the rest – hoo boy. Her long dark hair was tied back, so from the front it looked like my short dark hair. She had the same round wire-rim glasses. Even some of her mannerisms were the same. People stared. I found it very strange to watch her walking around. With her permission, Mr. S took a picture of us together. I still whip it out at parties to stun people.
When looking at my 8th grade yearbook for the first time, I got myself confused with another girl. I was looking at the fiddle group picture, and I was standing next to this girl who looked just like me - glasses, curly hair…plus, we were all wearing the same polo shirt. It took me a few seconds to realise which one I was.
Looks like you win the “no-prize” for the close encounter with your “double”. I was beginning to despair of not getting a true answer to my question (“face to face”)! 
Let me take this one step further: would y’all realize it if your double walked by you in, say, the airport or anywhere out in public? Most of the the answers I have seen mention someone pointing out a resemblance, but I wonder if any of us would realize it if our double walked by? Keep in mind the subtle differences like hair length, gait, etc. I’m not so sure I would, unless I really met the other guy, like close up, speaking… What about y’all?
Thanks for all the answers
Quasi
I did!
I met my double a few years ago at a grocery store. I was talking to an old boyfriend (my first boyfriend, first love ~sigh~) and he introduced me to his wife.
I dont know who was more stunned, me or her! She was the IMAGE of me when I was a little younger, a little thinner. She had the same hair I had in jr high when me and Robbie first dated.
He later told me that when he moved way out west, he was lonely, and she reminded him of me - thats what drew him to her. I can only imagine how it must have hurt her. It made me feel very special indeed to know that even after so many years I had made an impact on him.
People used to say they had seen me at such & such a place and I would tell them “I wasnt there, sorry”.
They had a baby last year, a little girl. It was weird to see the birth announcement pic in the paper. She is what our baby would have looked like if we had made it past high school together.
Just once. I had a girl STARING at me through an entire party until she finally decided that I wasn’t her old boyfriend being an asshole and must be somebody else. I got out my driver’s license to assure her.
I had a near-doppleganger moment that just cracked me up; I had broken up with a girl after dating for about 8 months, and she e-mails me a week later with the surprising “I’m not sure how to tell you this, but I’m so glad we broke up because I met the man I’m going to marry”. Well, OK, looks like you’re setting records and I’m dodging bullets.
I attended her graduation a year later, once they were actually engaged. I walked up to congratulate her… and there he was. Same nose. Same goatee. Same smile. His hair is a little thinner on top… and he’s probably 8 inches shorter than I am. And we’re wearing nearly the same clothes; our shirts were idential Geoffrey Beenes, our khakis both Gap, and our ties were very close.
I congratulated him, congratulated her, and hightailed it out of there for beers with other graduating friends. When I met up with the others, my buddy Brian saw my expression and asked “Did you meet K—?”… then did his best Dr. Evil impression… “I shall call him…”
I went to school with a guy that looked exactly like me. We would pass each other in the hall but never talked.
Slowly walking by looking at yourself looking back at yourself is a trip.
People I didn’t know were always walking up and telling things that were meant for him. It got so old I stopped correcting them. I bet that guy had tons of people mad at him because he didn’t show up where I said he would.
I have to mention my sister, because I didn’t meet her until 1988, when she was 22 and I was 21.
My mom gave her up for adoption when she was born. I remember the first moment I saw her–it was like looking in to a mirror. Our hair color is different, but the styles were quite similar. Our facial features and mannerisms are also a LOT alike. It was really strange, having a sibling that lookied like me, because I’d grown up with just my brother, and he and I really have to work to convince people that we’re related–we look nothing alike.
One time I had this girl, who I did not know, start calling me by my name. Later on I found out that there was someone there who looked like me, acted like me, and had the same name as me.
Several of my friends have met someone in Denver who looks exactly like me. On the other hand I’m not sure I want to meet him because a couple of my other friends said they saw ‘me’ on America’s most wanted and were about to call The show until they realized I was their roomate in Michigan in 92 and couldn’t have been a cop killing roofer in North Carolina.
My last boyfriend’s new boyfriend.
How did I feel? Mostly amused.
Well, this isn’t strictly a doppelganger story but what the hell.
Mrs. O and I are at the local IKEA a couple of years ago buying furniture to play house with. At the register, she suddenly grabs my arm and says “Wow, that guy looks just like you!” I turn around and see who she’s discreetly pointing at.
And he doesn’t. Not a bit. I start to say something and she says “No, wait till he turns his head.”
A few seconds later he looks off in the other direction and I get a good 3/4 profile from the back.
And it was uncanny.
OK, I can hear you say “How the hell do you know what your own profile looks like from the back?!” Well, we got a three-mirror setup in the bathroom so I see it quite often.
Other than that, I’ve met a handful of people with the same name as me (and it’s not all that common) but no spittin’-immage dopplegänger types.
Yeah. It happened. But I was on the alert because coworkers told me he worked in the same building.
I had heard about this guy for years and I was really itching to meet him. All during high school, friends would see him at parties and then tell me how rude I was for pretending not to notice them. He was making me look bad.
So instead of running around the building like a goof looking for my doppleganger, I had to play it really cool. I certainly wasn’t going tolerate being out cooled by a guy who looks just as good as me. So I figure if people had seen both of us and told me about him, surely they had told him about me as well. I decided to let him find me.
A few days pass by and then while walking through the copier room, him and I passed each other and did multiple double-takes at each other and then stopped and introduced ourselves. We looked exactly alike except for the fact he was about a foot shorter than I.
So we chat for a few minutes before going our separate ways, and I haven’t seen him again since that summer job ended.
I used to get told I looked like Meat Loaf by a lot of people - 19 to be exact. I’m not his double, though, and I don’t hear it much now that I have short hair. I think I look a lot more like the big guy in The Committments.
I actually met my double once. He lived in Escanaba (at the time I lived 30 miles to the north). I kept hearing reports of people who’ve seen me about town. One friend tried to tell me he saw me at the fair riding an elephant.
Strange people called out to me on the street. That sort of thing.
Anyway, one time I was at Shopko, wandering through the electronics section and I saw myself shopping for radios. Hair, face, crooked nose, build, height, everything. Amazing. No idea what the odds are. The similarity wasn’t superficial–we looked like identical twins.
Yes
Prince Edward (Windsor)
I kid you not; if I didn’t wear my glasses, I used to get mistaken for him all over the place (I used to spend a lot of time travelling, so anyone who saw me in an airport assumed it had to be him.
Fortunately (though not for him) his hairline receded at a much greater rate than mine, so the resenblance isn’t quite so striking these days.
I met my dopplegänger in a kitsch shop at one of those interstate rest stops where all you can do is exit to the rest stop and get back on the interstate.
I always thought of them as weird places: you’re off the highway, but you really haven’t escaped from it. You’re still in transit somehow, isolated from from any conceivable destination.
Anyway, I was looking at a display of 50-states shotglasses or something equally inane. There was a mirror behind the display, and I could see my reflection, but wasn’t paying much attention to it.
Until the reflection moved without me.
Startled, I looked up and saw that it wasn’t my reflection, it was another woman. By the time I recovered from my shock, she had moved on, and I couldn’t find her after that. I never knew if the resemblence was really strong, or just superficial–but the encounter had a sort of bone-penetrating strangeness to it. Almost VVC.
Yes, and I had my digital camera with me.
Mouthbreather!!! I laughed so hard I couldn’t keep my mouse straight!!!
Thanks,
Quasi