I’ve noticed recently that I have a lot of funky coincidences in my life. Now, for the record, I don’t telephone psychic hotlines, I only read my horoscope to see what it says, and I’m not entirely positive I believe in all that E.S.P. stuff. (So you can see now why I stay mostly in MPSIMS and IMHO. :D)
My boyfriend and I like to joke about our being “destined” to be together. Now, I don’t place any kind of faith in this kind of stuff, but it’s still funny to sit back and look at with a giggle. For the record, I’ve known the Boyfriend for 2 years now.
My cat, which I’ve had for 6 years now, is named Benvolio, but we call him Big Ben. My boyfriend’s name is Benjamin, but we call him Big Ben. (They are both above average in body size.) Coincidence? I think NOT!
My email, which I’ve had for about 8 years now, has part of the year of my boyfriend’s birth in the password. It was a random thing I made up. Coincidence? I think… Oh, I think you get it by now.
My boyfriend’s mother’s middle name is Robin. My sister’s name is Robin. (Ok, that’s just a coincidence, but if I’m just doing this for sh*ts and giggles…)
Since high school, I told my mom that when I have a kid, I was particularly fond of the name Kennedy. I was planning on using it as a first name. My boyfriend’s last name is Kennedy.
My mother always told me “don’t date someone because they’re cute, or because they’re rich. Date the guy who makes you laugh the most.” Well, September 18, 2004, I’m getting married to a comedian.
I’ve always said I wanted to marry someone with an accent, particularly an Irish one. Now I’m marrying a guy from Baltimore, who is of Irish descent.
One of my favorite songs by the Counting Crows is “Raining in Baltimore”. It’s a song about missing someone who lives in Baltimore, across the country. I’ve loved this song since 1994, when I bought the tape at one of their shows. My boyfriend lives in Baltimore, and I live in Charleston. (Ok, not halfway across the country, but…)
Ok. If you sit back and look at your life, do you have funky coincidences like this? Am I the only person who notices silly stuff like this? Like I said, it’s all for laughs, so share your coincidences, no matter how silly they are.
There were three of us sitting around talking the other day. My friend exclaimed “speak of the devil!” The funny part is, the three of us played the three devils in the play that we’re involved in at the moment.
Yeah, I don’t think I’ll have a child named “Kennedy Kennedy”. There’s a guy in my town named Rutledge Rutledge. I don’t want to be accused of copying him!
And yes, the name has a ring to it, but the girl does not have one yet. I told him that I wanted to do this the “semi-old-fashioned” way, and he has to ask my dad first, even though we’ve already started planning.
I think this is the third time I’ve told this story on the SDMB, but it’s such a good one…
In about 1979, my dad had a brown Toyota Corolla with NJ license plate 602-IRF. He drove the car to western PA to visit his brother, and they went to a restaurant for dinner. When they came back out of the place, my dad found an identical brown Corolla parked in the spot next to his own. Its license plate was NJ 603-IRF.
So not only did two identical Corollas happen to get consecutive plates, but they both ended up in the same parking lot in Pittsburgh on the same day in 1979.
That reminds me of when I flew home to visit my parents a couple years ago. After landing the Piper Archer and tying down the plane, I glanced passed the vertical stabilizer to see an identical Archer, registered as N5359F, parked next to me. I, of course, had just flown in with N5360F.
Later that night, I looked up the registrations of both planes, and sure enough, they had come off the assembly line as consecutive serial numbers some twenty five years earlier.
I’ve had more coincidences with combination locks than should be humanly possible. When I was about 6 years old, my parents bought me a Master lock for my bike. The combination was 10-00-22.
A few years later, I bought a new lock to replace it. The combination was 10-00-22.
A few years after that, during my freshman year of high school, our lockers had built-in locks. Once again, the combination to my locker was 10-00-22.
I know for a fact that cheap combi locks do not utilize all 64,000 combinations that a 40 * 40 * 40 dial would allow, but even if 2000 combinations are used, the odds against my experience were still 4 million to one. Some folks win the lottery. I just had fewer numbers to remember.
As for my favorite coincidence, I build an electronic roullette wheel simulator for a school project. The first time a tried it, someone said ‘go on, pick a number’ and I did. And that’s what it came up.
I thought this was a rather gruesome coincidence -
The last page in a TIME magazine is the “celebrity” page. The April 7, 2003 celebrity page led off with “Scud Stud 2003” - the sexiest newspeople reporting from Irag. Top of the list was David Bloom.
The facing page was a full page add from Aventis Pharmacueticals for Deep Vein Thrombosis.
This was on newstands the Friday before David Bloom died on Sunday.
I was born in the 8th month, my parents live in number 8, so does my aunt. My other aunt lives in number 18. My first boyfriend lived in number 8, my second BF in number 35, but in room 8, my third BF in number 82.
All three of them had names starting with an R, which is the 8 last letter of the alphabet
Until my two nieces were born, there were 8 women in our family.
When I bought my 62 Studebaker Hawk, I flew to Minnesota and then drove it from Minneapolis, back to Mesa, AZ. I stopped in Tucumcari NM for gas and as I was filling the tank, a guy came over to me and said, “A 62 Hawk! I have one just like it”. We chatted about Studes for a few minutes. I found out that he lives in Mesa, and was on his way to Minneapolis.
I used to smoke on the side of a house on my way to Jr. High. Then I grew up and met my son’s dad. His sister was married to the guy whose house I used to smoke by. Then they divorced and now I’m married to him. Huh.
I dated a guy in college. He was from the DC area, which is where I was born. I’m three days older than him and three days younger than a good friend of ours. The really strange part was when we were talking about how I was born in DC in a certain hospital. He was too. Because I had to stay in the hospital for five days when I was born, we were in the hospital together when we were born. I later moved 600 miles away, and then we went to the same college and dated.
