They say everyone has a döppelganger, but I have millions of them.
At least once a month, I can count on a stranger thinking they know me, or at least that they’ve seen me before.
Sometimes I get approached, but it’s usually someone I’m already interacting with for one reason or another. Occasionally someone will even confuse me for someone else.
Most frequently, it happens when I’m meeting someone for the first time. The handshakes and introductions happen, followed – on their end – by a long pause, hard stare, and something along the lines of “You look really familiar.”
THE TIME I GOT TO FLY A LOT WITHOUT HAVING TO FLY A LOT
Last year, while waiting for a flight at the Richmond Airport, I was sitting at the Cross Grain Brewhouse bar. I ordered a drink and when the bartender brought it, he set it down and stared at me for a second longer than is socially appropriate before saying, “You fly a lot, don’t you? I see you here all the time.”
I had never sat at that particular bar in my life – and no, I don’t fly a lot.
This kind of thing has happened to me in bars that I’ve never previously been to, states that I hadn’t visited before, and even different countries.
Once I was brunching (I’m not yet white girl enough to say this word without putting it in italics, indicating that I’m saying it ironically) at Millie’s Diner with a group of friends. Even though it’s one of my favorite brunching spots, I don’t go very often – and at the time, hadn’t been in years.
When the four of us sat down, the server came over to give the spiel. She described the specials, took our drink orders, and tossed out a couple of recommendations. She asked if anyone had dined here in the past, but before anyone could answer, she looked straight at me and said, “Well I know you have, you come in here all the time.”
I heard a story one time about a sleepwalker whose condition was so bad, he once went out to the beach in the middle of the night and murdered someone. In his sleep.
Was I too plagued by sleepwalking?
But instead of murder, I just go to brunch?
If that’s the case, if my inner psyche craves brunch so badly that it goes without my conscious mind realizing, then I must be more white girl than I realized and I will now have to stop italicizing brunching. You can congratulate me with a yoga mat and a glass of rosé.
But no – I’m not a brunch sleepwalker.
I can only attribute this burden with one truth: I just have one of those faces.
YOUR CELEBRITY LOOK-A-LIKE IS…
In addition to people thinking I’m someone else, or someone they’ve seen before, I get a lot of “You remind me so much of this other person…” I’m often compared to someone’s neighbor, someone’s coworker, or someone’s distant cousin.
Last week, I was compared to someone’s son’s wife’s sister (“But don’t worry, she’s very pretty. It’s a compliment.”).
I’ve also received a handful of celebrity comparisons in my day, but here’s the thing: I’ve never gotten anyone more than once.
One time at a blood drive in high school, one of the nurses was convinced I looked just like…
One time when I was a server, a customer at my table told me I looked exactly like…
Once a stranger told me I was the spitting image of…
A former coworker used to constantly say how much I resembled…
Jenna Fischer (but only in The Office)
One time on a press trip, a fellow writer told me I reminded her so much of…
The internet thinks I look like…
Serena Ryder (I had to look up who that is)
But everyone always tells me I could pass for…
Okay, maybe I made that one up
WAIT A SECOND. ARE YOU JUST FISHING FOR COMPLIMENTS, HOPING PEOPLE WILL TELL YOU THAT THERE’S NO ONE ELSE QUITE LIKE YOU … AND THAT MAYBE YOU DO ACTUALLY KIND OF RESEMBLE CARMEN ELECTRA?
Thank you all in advance.