31 Days, 31 Memories - Day 11
Jan. 10th, 2006 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bironic11. College
A week or two into my freshman year at school, I was walking down the street after buying a book at Barnes and Noble when I heard someone calling, "Miss!" I turned around to find a man in his thirties jogging towards me. Black hair, skin a trifle darker than a late-summer New England tan would produce, seemed non-threatening enough, though I get nervous at any sudden contact, whether with an earnest-looking stranger or an unexpected encounter with a friend, so my heart was pounding.
"Excuse me," he said. "I saw you in the bookstore and followed you out here. Is your name -- ?" (I've forgotten the name itself, but it wasn't mine.)
I shook my head.
"Did you go to school in Austria?"
I shook my head again. "No..."
"Oh, because you look exactly like a woman I knew, and I thought you were her."
I guess we chit-chatted for a little while longer there on the sidewalk before he went back inside and I continued on to the dorm, though I don't know what about or for how long.
It's a strange thing to learn there's at least one other person out there who looks like you enough that an acquaintance might confuse you. I asked myself on the walk back: Is there a woman in Austria wandering around with my face?
A week or two into my freshman year at school, I was walking down the street after buying a book at Barnes and Noble when I heard someone calling, "Miss!" I turned around to find a man in his thirties jogging towards me. Black hair, skin a trifle darker than a late-summer New England tan would produce, seemed non-threatening enough, though I get nervous at any sudden contact, whether with an earnest-looking stranger or an unexpected encounter with a friend, so my heart was pounding.
"Excuse me," he said. "I saw you in the bookstore and followed you out here. Is your name -- ?" (I've forgotten the name itself, but it wasn't mine.)
I shook my head.
"Did you go to school in Austria?"
I shook my head again. "No..."
"Oh, because you look exactly like a woman I knew, and I thought you were her."
I guess we chit-chatted for a little while longer there on the sidewalk before he went back inside and I continued on to the dorm, though I don't know what about or for how long.
It's a strange thing to learn there's at least one other person out there who looks like you enough that an acquaintance might confuse you. I asked myself on the walk back: Is there a woman in Austria wandering around with my face?
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Date: Jan. 11th, 2006 05:43 pm (UTC)