12 April 2005
The old Same place
According to legend, everyone has a twin. Somewhere out there, there's someone who looks exactly like me (shudder) or like you.
I have never quite believed this sort of thing, since it relies almost entirely on anecdotal evidence, the sum total of which simply cannot be equated to actual data.
And then I stepped into the dentist's office and there was one of the 42nd and Treadmill Office Babes except, of course, that it wasn't.
Now I've been through this sort of thing before, and I have concluded that it's better to say nothing and look a fool rather than to speak up and look even more of a fool. So I scoped her out as best I could without actually going into Stare Mode.
And, well, it was the same face, the same hair (with the same indifferent 'do), the same general curvature. She even crossed her legs at about the same angle, which, once she switched to the other side, enabled me to determine for certain that it wasn't the O.B. (Tattoo, or in this case the lack thereof.)
After about five minutes, another young woman popped through the door to the inner sanctum and the two of them went out together: friends from high school, I guessed.
The O.B. wasn't here today, so I didn't pass on this story to her, and frankly I don't know whether she'd be creeped out by the thought or amused by the idea that it's possible to see her while looking at a girl of eighteen. I'm vaguely creeped out by the thought that I gave it that much thought in the first place.Posted at 12:14 PM to Dyssynergy , Table for One