Prince Charles was born the day after me (same year). I’ve never met him.
I’ve never met her in the flesh, but **twickster **and I were born on the same day. So sometimes we call each other “twin”.
I’ve never met her in the flesh, but Jenny McCarthy and I were born on the same day and year. We..don’t call each other at all.
tdn and I were born the same day, different years.
-D/a
Thanks to Facebook, my neighbor (not next door, though) and I realized we’re “twins.” (She also showed up commenting on another Friend’s statuses, and I was like, “Bwuh? I know them both, but from completely different circles!” Turns out they were in a homeschool group together.)
My husband has the honor of sharing a birthday with Cameron Diaz. I think they both look pretty damn good for 40.
Cary Elwes (from “The Princess Bride”) and I have the exact same birthday.
(And I have to say, he looks a hell of a lot better at fifty than I do!)
I worked with a guy, and we both brought Tasty Bakery Items on the same day. Hey, turns out we have the same birthday… same day, same year. Wow… and same … time? Really? ten minutes apart, five miles apart.
Interesting side note: at work, whenever I’d start telling this story, and get interrupted with “What? You? And Robert? You’re creative and fun and laid back, he’s linear and no-nonsense and nervous and negative.”
Yes, all you astrology buffs here, Robert and I are total opposites personality-wise.
No one exciting born on my exact birthday (there was one kid in my 7th grade class), but I just did a search and learned that both Tolstoy and Goethe share my month and day. More importantly, my big crush from the Lord of the Rings movies, Billy Boyd, is exactly five years younger than me.
When The Nephew started kindergarten, one of the other mothers asked not-from-around-here SiL when was the kid’s birthday. “Ah, pity, I don’t think there’s another child in the class close enough to have a single party”. SiL was bemused, but filed it away under “strange people” - only, there were several other people with the same notion. She found it extremely weird, as well as cheap in a bad way, this notion of having a single birthday party for several children. Eventually she asked the mother of The Nephew’s Best Friend, who happens to be a former classmate of mine, and the answer she got was “
:smack: ask Nava. It’s all her fault and Pachi’s.”
Pachi and I share birthdays, I’m all of 9 hours and 33 minutes older going by official time of birth. And our mothers completely refused to have a single party, under the un-reasoning that since he was a boy and I was a girl, we would be inviting different people anyway… only, no. Any other birthday parties would have a mixture of boys and girls, but his was all-male, mine all-female. Apparently our former classmates recall that with as much irritation as I do, thus producing the strange, unusual and, yes, cheap custom of sharing parties.
But can you fake a British accent? 
My mother was born on MLK’s 22nd birthday.
My HS crush share her b-day with my cousin. (didn’t know this until Facebook) Remember crush’s birthday b4 cousin’s.
Ya got that spooky ‘twin thing’ goin’ awn!
A woman I worked with and I were complaining about how busy December is, and I added “On top of that, my son’s birthday is two weeks before Christmas”.
She noted that her son’s was EXACTLY two weeks before Christmas. Same day, same year same hospital. Her son was born about the time I arrived at the hospital, which explains some of the delay we were having. There were 5 babies born overnight,/ that morning. Mine was the last at shortly after 0900h. If her son hadn’t been attending a Separate School (Roman Catholic school board,) they would have been in the same class. While we were discussing this, a client of the clinic piped up and said “my son is born Dec 11th too!” That was also the same year.
My a very close friend since high school has the same birthday as I do, one year older. I figure you can believe in horoscopes or you can believe in the Meyers Briggs personality type profile. She is an ISTJ and I am an ENFP. Opposite in every way.
I went through elementary school with 2 other kids that were born on the same day and year as me. We lived within about a half mile from each other and we all were also the first born in our respective families.
There were three of us in my high school class that shared the same birthday–and since we were all the same age it was day, month and year.
I seem to recall our math teacher telling us that in a group of thirty people, there are usually two who share the same day and month.
I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone born the same day as I was. I’ve only known of two other people with my birthdate.
- a pitcher on the White Sox
- about 10 or 15 years ago, in the newspaper of the town where I was born and raised, they had an obituary of some woman who had my exact birthdate. :eek:
I’ve personally met 1 person who shares my birthday down to the day/month/year. He’s about 12 hours older. Unfortunately, he’s a total dick.
My first dorm-mate (random) was born on the same day, same year as me. He was born in Arkansas, and me Atlanta. I was about two hours older than he was. Me 5:59 am ET and him ~7:05 am CT.
The only person I have met who had the same birthday, same year.
So do I! But I’m a few years younger.
I do have a cousin who was born on the same day I was (and I believe in the same hospital).
Oh, I forgot to mention the most important thing: My partner was born on my 20th birthday.