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Mine was kind of like PHB's.
Me and my buddy traveled Europe for a month this summer. Towards the end we were going from Rome-->Barcelona. We went on a pub crawl while in Rome and met a lot of the other people on the crawl but that was basically the extent of it. Two days later we flew to Barcelona. As we were getting on the plane we run into this Mexican kid who was with us on the pub crawl two nights prior. We start talking to him, and hes a big soccer fan. He tells us we should try to get tickets to the FC Barcelona-Espanyol game a few nights later. We agree that this is an excellent idea and say ciao at the airport. The game is taking place on our 3rd night there and after buying a Messi (me) and Eto'o (him) jersey, we get on the subway to go over to the stadium. Of course as we get on who do we see sitting there, on the exact car, 2.5 hours before the game? Yeah, same kid. |
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Like 6 months ago I was walking into a Target and saw a really good looking woman. My mind was elsewhere, and I didn't intend to do it, but I guess I was kind of staring at her.
She catches my gaze, and says "I'm sorry, do I know you?" I took this to mean that she caught me staring and was calling me out on it. I stammered a bit and then said "Oh, I'm sorry you look just like this girl Janelle I know." Thing is, I do know a girl Janelle, but she looks nothing like this girl. The only connection is that they were both smoking hot. Her jaw then drops a little and she is like...."Umm what is Janelle's last name?" I think its weird that she is quizzing me. Maybe she is trying to call my bluff. "Umm...Smith". Her jaw then drops even more and says "Are you kidding me, that is my sister!!!" Now I'm really confused, and part of me thinks she is [censored] with me since they look nothing alike. "Oh..maybe that is why I saw the resemblance." Her-"Ummm well that would be pretty difficult, since I was adopted." There was some ensuing awkwardness as she tried to determine if I was a psycho stalker and I tried to determine if she was [censored] with me. When I got home, I hopped on facebook and sure enough, there was a pic of Janelle with this girl and the caption indicating it was her adopted sister (something like brother from another mother, but for girls). I had never seen this girl before, she had gone to college on the other side of the country, and hadn't visited her sister at school since I met her. So basically, I randomly picked out someone from the probably 10,000 people whose names I have on recall, and it happened to be related to this girl, but there was no way I could have known that. |
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noah yours is awesome.
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noah - that's really weird.
One of my good friends from grade-school was adopted. He had a brother 4 or 5 years younger who wasn't adopted (parents learned the fun way that they really COULD have kids). The two of them looked pretty damn similar including similarly curly hair. They got comments ALL the time about how much they looked like each other. |
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I've had 3 relationships. all 3 girls have had the same phonetic last name, but different spelling.
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A guy pulls in to my place of work in NC with a license plate wrap that says "you've got a friend in Sharon PA". My Army roommate was from there so i asked him if he knew the guy. He said yeah, his throat was cut by drug dealers in a deal gone bad. I give the guy BS description of him cause this is nothing like the guy I remembered. He describes my friend to a T. I go home and get the 3 listings for his name-call and get his Mom on the 1st one. I tell her i was her sons roommate in the Army and before i can get any farther she tells me he is on the other line. I freak out a little and call the guy and tell him the whole story. I am so relieved it wasnt him and then he tells me it was his Dad. True story.
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#7
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Noah, this is a pretty sweet story. However, is there really no way you've ever seen a picture of Janelle and her sister? Not that you were consciously doing it, but the brain can be pretty remarkable when it comes to associations like this.
-McGee |
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[ QUOTE ]
Noah, this is a pretty sweet story. However, is there really no way you've ever seen a picture of Janelle and her sister? Not that you were consciously doing it, but the brain can be pretty remarkable when it comes to associations like this. -McGee [/ QUOTE ] Yeah, that's pretty much what I was thinking as well. Something like that anyway. |
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#9
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[ QUOTE ]
[ QUOTE ] Noah, this is a pretty sweet story. However, is there really no way you've ever seen a picture of Janelle and her sister? Not that you were consciously doing it, but the brain can be pretty remarkable when it comes to associations like this. -McGee [/ QUOTE ] Yeah, that's pretty much what I was thinking as well. Something like that anyway. [/ QUOTE ] I mean I guess it is possible, but the girl Janelle wasn't like a good friend, just some random hot girl from school. Never been in her room. I also had never looked at this girl's facebook beyond the first page. Maybe one time her main photo had her sister or something, but I don't think its been changed since she signed up. |
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This is probably weak as far as coincidences ago (certainly doesn't hold a candle to Noah), but it is kind of funny...
I was interviewing roommates for my apartment in Seattle. The apartment was a really sweet deal -- $750 for a very large two-bedroom apartment on Queen Anne hill overlooking the city. It could have easily rented for $2K but the owner kept the rent low for various reasons. So a lot of people really want this apartment and I tell everyone I meet that I smoke pot occasionally. For most of the prospective roommates it was not a problem, and for those for whom it is a problem whatever. Then I interview a guy and we get along really really well. He is a professional who makes a lot of money, so I know I will never worry about him sticking me with rent. So because I decide I want him to take this place, I neglect to mention that I smoke pot. At that time I was not smoking much anyway, and I figure he'll bring it up. So six months go by and by this point I'm really convinced that he doesn't smoke pot. I've been occasionally smoking secretly in my room, blowing the smoke out of the window. One day he brings his new girlfriend over and her first words to me are "So let me ask you, do you smoke pot?" I look at my roommate and his face is beet red and I can tell he is really angry at his girlfriend for asking me this question. I don't want to lie, and I just answer honestly that yes I do smoke occasionally. Then I see that his expression relaxes tremendously. His girlfriend says 'we smoke too, that's great' and then she goes to his room and pulls out a beautiful glass bong that is probably 3 feet tall. My roommate somehow convinced himself that I didn't smoke, and he didn't want to jeopardize the roommate relationship by bringing it up. We got high on his BC bud every night for the next six months before I moved to Los Angeles. |
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