I saw my doppelganger in a little resort community on the southwestern coast of Ireland in '95. He was walking along, with four girls (almost undoubtedly his daughters) in tow; he and I both realized the resemblance as he approached, and we both just stared at each other, open-mouthed.
Don’t recall ever meeting/seeing a doppelganger but very often when herding out of hippie shows, I will hear “Hey, David Crosby”. I am pudgy, long haired, big forehead and some sorta facial hair depending on the season, so close enough for “that guy”.
I don’t appear to have a doppelgänger. I have never seen anyone that looks like me much. I’ve only ever had one person compare me a little bit to Adrienne Barbeau, but I think it was just because I had a similar hairstyle.
I do get told I look like an America Indian due to my high cheekbones, but according to ancestry, I am not at all.
I absolutely would not get it. I’m terrible with faces. Wasn’t until the last few years where I began to occasionally spot resemblances between myself and photos of my mother; I saw one from when she was 16 and thought “is that a photo of ME???”.
There’ve been numerous instances of other people mistaking someone for me or a close relative:
- At my first job, I worked with another woman who was a college classmate. We were both tall (still are, I guess!!) and had the same initials… but otherwise were literally night and day (she is African-American, and I’m as Caucasian as they come). Once, when someone new joined the team (after my twin had moved to another city) and I jokingly introduced myself by her name… took people a few seconds to notice it.
- At a later job, there was a woman who was of somewhat similar height and build though our facial features were fairly different, as were our voices. We did have similar skin tone at least. It was not unusual for someone to come up to one of us and start talking about something they’d discussed with the other. At least the fellow who was totally blind had an excuse; everyone else was baffling. I mean, it wasn’t just one or two people who made the goof, but quite a few.
- And finally, my adopted sister. Good friend, actually, not adopted at all, but she looked after my son for a night when my daughter was born. She had to pick him up at the home daycare. A few weeks later my husband was dropping Dweezil off at daycare and the lady said “Your wife’s sister looks just like her!”. “Sis” is about 10 inches shorter than I am, slightly wider, has a very dainty nose, very different facial features in general. She is Caucasian - and the daycare lady was either Thai or Vietnamese - so maybe it was a case of “they all look alike”? Naturally we call each other Sis, and joke about our mother’s very difficult pregnancy, having 2 kids 3 months apart.
I’ve neither seen a doppelganger of mine nor ever been told I look like anyone not closely related to me. I do look very like my brother though, aside from the fact I have hair almost long enough to sit on and he has a buzzcut- similar enough that people have been known to ask me if I have a brother with his name without him even having mentioned a sister.
A friend of mine has a virtual clone who not only shares most of her hobbies but also a birthdate- the only thing that indicates that they weren’t secretly identical twins is that they’re from different continents, so at least once they speak it’s obvious who’s who.
I’ve always been sceptical about these statements. Years ago when I was a cab driver several people I drove mentioned “that other cab driver could be your twin brother.” I finally met the guy and as far as I could tell the only thing we had in common was we both had blonde hair and wore glasses.
My junior year HS yearbook had a picture of me in drama class performing in a play. I did go on that field trip to Ashland (Oregon – the place with the Shakespeare thing) that year, which was led by the drama teacher (who kept telling us “Don’t act like Shriners”), but I never took drama or was in any play. The guy in the picture kinda sorta looked like me, but really only as with your eyes closed. I am still not quite sure who it was.
I have a friend (we’ll call him “M”) I used to work with about ten years ago. He kind of looks like a younger, heavier-set, shorter, more jovial version of me. It was kind of funny because occasionally someone connected to our circle of people would meet him, then meet me, and think I was him. It would usually go something like “You look great! Did you loose weight? …and get taller…and you seem more sarcastic…you’re not M, are you?” And then we’d all laugh and laugh.