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Saturday, June 1, 2013

Recognized



In a busy life, I've worn a fair number of hats and did a lot of different things. Sometimes I meet someone who knows me and I can't quite place the face. Usually if I know what they know me from I can make the connection.

A while back one guy totally had me baffled. He knew me, but I had no idea who the heck he was. We went to school together -when we were about 10 years old. I'm 55 so that was a long time ago. How he figured out who I am is beyond me. So much for long hair and a beard being a disguise. Never mind the action of decades of active living.

Once he told me who he was, I knew the name, but still could not see the boy in the man.

Then there was time I had a doppelganger living in my area. We looked enough alike that we were mistaken for each other. A stranger came up to me and said he wasn't sure if I was *** or his brother. Not having a brother, I had to tell him he was mistaken. He didn't believe me at first.

Unfortunately for me, my body double liked to spend a lot of time in bars. My wife's coworkers would say they saw me partying hard when I was spending a quiet evening with my dad. The first time that happened, my wife took a little convincing.

The guy moved out of our area. I never got a chance to meet that handsome man myself.


-Sixbears

12 comments:

  1. I had a double once myself, back when I was college age. DERN, he was a handsome feller! The real problem, though, was the guy who had the same nickname as me and skipped out on rent and left bad checks all over town. I don't know WHAT he looked like. I think he died an early death, but I don't know if it was natural or otherwise.

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  2. I've been having this problem over the past few months. Total and complete strangers walk up to me talking at me like I'm some long lost friend. It appears that I resemble some guy name of Silas Robertson. I had to stop going down to pechens in the fayette nam, cause the red necks pester the bejesus out of me while I'm shopping. It's got so bad that I can't run into the local wall mart without hearing a squeal, and as I turn around there is some two ton redneck woman with 5 kids hollaring," it's him, I told you that was him". It takes about 45 minutes each and every time to explain that I ain't no millionaire, I don't make duck calls, and I don't hunt ducks. It's enuff for me to start dressin amish again. But that's another story.

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    1. I guess we all know what you look like now.

      I'd love to hear the dressin amish story one of these days. . .

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    2. I'm gonna have to write it up on the blog.

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    3. I forgot to tell you about my amish girlfriend. Yep, Greta, She was a nypho maniac. It took 3 men-o-nite to satisfy her. Ja, Ja, Ja....

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    4. Please write that up.

      That must have been an . . . interesting . . . relationship.

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  3. I had a similar thing happen to me in high school, my senior year. Apparently, I resembled a guy named Bobby ****, enough to where girls would approach me and ask if I was his brother. My friend, who had an older sister overhead the question and mentioned you DO look like him.

    Later that year, I went to work at a company and that 1st day remember the foreman saying "He looks like Bobby". I didn't put things together for several weeks, later asking him "Was his bame Bobby **** ?"

    Yes it was, another coincidence.

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  4. I am so ugly they broke the mold after I was made. . .

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    1. Well . . . you are one of a kind.

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