Sorry for the severe annoyance. I actually go by my middle name, and it’s unusual enough that it would blow my cover completely. Not that any reasonably intelligent person couldn’t ferret out my identity by reading my posts, anyway, but still… If you’re desperate to know send me a PM.
Me and The Mad Engineer both:
were born in November
wear glasses
are half French Canadian, heritage wise, and obviously so
dislike most seafood
Edit: our dads have the same first name
My husband and I both are the first born in our families. We each have much younger siblings born much later than the “main batch” of kids; I was 17 when my twin sisters were born and he was 15 when his brother was born. There are two other siblings between, for each of us.
Before marrying we each separately used the same dentist and eye doctor, which I think is odd. It’s not like we live in Podunk.
We’re both lefties. We both have nicknames that might lead one to think we were of the opposite sex. After chatting online for a bit, we met each other in person for the first time at a party hosted by someone we both knew through completely different circles.
That’s all I’ve got.
I’m 5 ft, 6 inches tall and he’s 6 ft, 5 inches tall.
He was born 9-9-58. My first husband was born 7-7-58.
The street address here is # 133. When we were dating, my street address (across town) was also # 133.
My parents were like that, but they didn’t know it until they were in their 50s. We always thought my mother’s birthday was June 20, and my father’s was December 18. The first time my mother needed to get a passport, she had to get her birth certificate. Lo and behold, her birthday was actually June 18th.
Not so much statistics, but my wife used to babysit for a family three houses down from me. Then we worked at two adjacent stores in a shopping center for about six months. Then we went to the same community college. About two years later, we met.
I’m thinking it was meant to be.
Both of our Maternal Grandparents were married until death did they part.
Both of our mothers had been married 3 times when we got married. (His gained another after)
I met him because he had two friends that had the same name of two friends of mine from high school.
We were less than one person apart for a year or more before we met. His ex-girlfriend used to hang out where I worked, although I did not know her, I knew her friends. I ended up becoming friends with his friends before I met him. So I knew his friends and her friends, but neither of them. We were in the same store together within an hour of each other, if not at the same time, about 2 weeks before we met. He lived less than 3 miles from me.
My prior boyfriend, you would have given physical description pretty identical to my husband.
His prior girlfriend, you would have given physical description pretty identical to me.
This happened in Tampa, a pretty large town by most estimations.
waving I was born 10-10-63! 
We’re both first-borns with one younger sibling of the same sex.
His brother is the same age as my sister.
My father’s second wife and his mother are both nurses named Anne. They even worked in the same hospital for a while, several years before The Boy and I met (for that matter, so did my father).
We both went to the same university from '96-'00 and both worked on one of the campus newspapers during that time… but we didn’t meet until 5 years after graduation.
On our second date, we discovered we’d both been invited to the same housewarming party that night. He worked with the person throwing the party, and I knew one of her best friends. We didn’t meet through either of those people, or through anyone else attending that party.
I’m going to have to break out the emoticons. :eek: 6’10", holy chit!
My spouse and I don’t really have much in common. We both hate the DMV.
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Eggberta.
My spouse and I have the same exact number of chromosomes?
We both prefer oxygen-rich atmospheres?
We’re both related to the 3 children that happen to live in our house?
(Dang, with that much in common I’m surprised she married me.)
When we met my wife and I both had the same PIN number on our debit cards that were randomly created at the banks (we didn’t pick our PINs), and were issued from different banks. I always thought that was long odds… to this day it is still the combo on the padlock to our shed.
My wife’s given name and my given name are anagrams of each other
My husband and I both have an allergy to tomatoes (although mine is worse than his)
We both like our tea the same way.
We are both ambidextrous.
Just a couple of dates: August 13 is my daughter’s birthday and the day my husband married his first wife. March 19 is my birthday and his oldest son’s birthday.
A more unusual coincidence is that my husband and his daughter’s husband lived in the same house in Sioux City for awhile, about 40 years apart.
ETA: A friend’s kids’ names all start with A. Her second husband’s name is the same as one of her kids, and his kids’ names also start with A. So nobody had to change a monogram! (Do people even do monograms anymore?)
My husband and I have the same blood type. We are both allergic to sulfa drugs and penicillin. Ten years before I knew him, I lived in an apartment building that was a converted elementary school. (This was not in my home town, and not the city where we met). Turns out, he went to school there.