If I met me, I think initially we’d do ok and have stuff to talk about. But if we became “friends”, I’d get put out with her depression, mental problems and the like never ending. I’d also probably want to get closer anyway, but then she’d push me away like I keep most folks at arm’s length.
Yeah, it’d never work.
And there’s no way in hell I would date a male version of me. Way. Too. Much. High. Maintenance. Sheesh. 
I think Shade should respond to this thread as if somebody else posted it. 
Speaking for myself: If I met myself today, we’d get along well and be good friends. But if I met myself fifteen years ago, I’d beat me to death with a length of rebar and dump my body off a ferry into Puget Sound. It’s amazing I’m still around, really.
C’mon, Shade, what a blatant attempt to make yourself seem popular by starting a thread you knew everyone would post in. If you had any guts you’d actually change yourself into someone worth liking, rather than whining about not being so.
Hmph. I think it’s a valid self-appraising question, and people are interested in considering it. If you keep this up, I’ll pulp you.*
Wouldn’t that be like beating yourself? Ick.
Possibly a death threat, but I think it’s clear that (1) it’s not against anyone else and (2) it’s not serious and (3) it’s just a pulping
Honestly, if I ever was introduced to my doppelganger, we would have a blast. I’m a Gemini, so I’m already two of the coolest people I’ve ever met. Meeting me would make a party!!
I’ve always liked people who agree with me.
And I’ve always tried to share chores, share the floor when talking, share everything for a pal, so yes, I would like meeting me.
I think I’d like me - we could gossip and go shopping together.
If I met the guy version of me I might think he were gay. But that would be okay because we could still gossip and go shopping together.
We’d immediately have sex, though we’d know that we’d be incompatible and not at all attracted to each other (we’d both be gay, but not at all each other’s type). After the rejection, we’d laugh about it and have sex again. Then we’d invite my partner to join us, since he’d love having two of me.
And we would definitely form a professional partnership.
I’d adore myself male or female. I really enjoy my own sense of humor so I think I’d make myself laugh alot. I’d do all the things I enjoy doing with myself so I don’t think it would be a problem at all.
Sexually attractive to each other? Nah. 
But much worse than that, we’d probably talk and natter about stuff from dawn to dusk. And we’d confuse all heck out of the world.
Yeah. We’d get along famously.
Now? I’d probably be very annoyed at myself (or is that just me talking??? :D). I’m kindof in a weird place in my life at the moment, and I’m not always handling it in the most ladylike or gracious way.
Otherwise? Normally I’m pretty fun, kind, a good friend, and I’m always one to say “sure”!! when someone needs help.
Seeing as how I need help right now, another me would come in handy…
If I meet my female alter ego, it’ll probably end up either:
a) A non-event since we’ll be waiting for the other to make the first move
b) Talk for a bit and get weirded out by the similarities and wonder if we’re related by our grandfather’s dubious past.
c) Thanks the Gods that semi-attractive Game-Geek Girls/Guys exist and make out like sex-starved hump monkeys.
We would become best friends and discuss how our superior reasoning skills prevents us from being able to relate to the intellectual plebians.
Or we would both hate each other for having an air arrogance and general mean-spiritedness and never bother talking to each other and call each other “art fag” behind our backs.
But I would definitely do a female me. I’d be hot.
We’d meet at the keg and then do a wonderful impersonation of Statler and Waldorf from the Muppet Show, only way more obscure.
From there we’d decide to go out and get a real drink. While we were having that drink, we’d get on each others’ nerves and decide to settle up outside. This would be a fascinating fight, as we’d be countering all kinds of nasty moves and disarming each other for a long time. After that, we’d get out of the hospital and go for another drink. In all probability, raunchy man-sex would follow.
A week later we’d be taking turns going to work and arguing about washing the dishes.
A week after that, we’d be egging one another on in an attempt to find a way to make a great deal of money in a hurry.
I think it’s best for everyone if this never happens.
I always mention that I wish I knew me, as in I wish for another me, because we would laugh and destroy all manner of work semblance. HeHe… we would be destructors of production (tan tadan, capes flaring, blazing sunset behind us)
I would totally hate the guy me. Because I met a version of him and married him once. People used to speculate that we did not copulate , but laugh in our marital bed. They were right.
Damn the guy version of me for being a fat lazy guy that is a smart alecky sensitive person who thinks he can help anyone. Punk.
Oh God, I’d hate me! Both of us trying to out do the other, desperately trying to hog the limelight and get the biggest laughs? Christ, no. I’d think I was an attention-seeking, sarcastic, self-obsessed lush - and I’d be right!
If I met a male me, though, we’d probably be instantly attracted to each other, crack each other up, have amazing sex, declare we’re madly in love even though we’d both know it was only lust, and then break up after a week thanks to a huge, blazing row over nothing much at all, because neither of us are capable of holding back. Could be quite fun, in a fucked-up sort of way…
If I ever met myself on the street and had a brief conversation thereof, I would walk away from the meeting knowing that i met one of the dumbest son of a bitches who walked the Earth.
Of course, I am critical of whoever I meet.
Hot dirty sex. Clearly.
We’d have some fun conversations and some ding-dong arguments. And we’d cut each other’s hair.
If I met me from 10 years ago I’d drag that stupid bitch by her hair into therapy.
Well, if I met me, we’d probably get on like a house on fire, and have some fun conversations. I’d probably slap her around the head a couple of times every time she said she’s ugly, but then she’d probably do the same to me. There could be some hot GOGA as well.
A male version of me? We’d be in bed together fairly quickly, engaging in hot dirty sex. 
I have two best friends and we are very much alike and we live on the same street. One women confused me with my next door neighboor and then went on to say, “Isn’t there another one who lives a few house down.” Even though I am a Christian, I still believe that as a Libra I get along well with other Libras. So it would seem that if I met myself I would like Simone but I am not sure.
I can be very jealous. I would see all her faults. I might feel threatened that she would want to be one of the “others” which is a very exclusive clique. If we could get past the mutual distrust we would rule. They would rename country club after us.
I’d loathe myself, I know it. I’d think I was a complete fake. Which is not to say that I am. Just to say that I tend to think that about people like me.