I get this question all the time, “Have we met before? You look really familiar, but I can’t place where I know you from.” And I answer it the same way every time. “No, I just have one of those faces.” When I say this happens all the time, I mean at least once a week. Either there are a lot of Swedish-Swiss-Dutch-big-cheeked ladies out there or Brian has put me up for free on Craigslist. Note to self, check Craigslist later.
Today a man came up to me and said, “Excuse me, have we met before?”
Me - I just have one of those faces.
Not-Long-Lost-Friend - Really? What’s your last name?
Me - Iott
He must have noticed my wedding ring (I don’t polish it until it shines for nothin’!).
Not-Long-Lost-Friend - What was your name before you got married?
Me - Jones.
Not-Long-Lost-Friend - Man you look like an actress I’ve seen.
I also get this all the time, followed by being questioned about how my time at band camp was, or what it was like being a secretary for Mad Men. Yes, because all redheads look alike. Apparently red is the new black.
Not-Long-Lost-Friend - You look like that Gyllenhaalgirl.
Me - Who?
Not-Long-Lost-Friend - You know that girl from Spider Man. Jay Gyllenhol.
Me - You mean Jake Gyllenhaal?
Not-Long-Lost-Friend - Yes!
Me - Oh well he wasn’t in Spider Man, and he is a he. Not a she.
Not-Long-Lost-Friend - Oh.
Me - Yeah, so...
Not-Long-Lost-Friend - Ok, well it was nice seeing you again.
Me - Yeah, bye.