When I first went to Ithaca I felt like I kept seeing people that went to my high school. Of course, no one from good old CFHS went to Ithaca with me, but it happened a ton. I would see someone from a far and swear it was someone I knew, until I got a little closer and realized it wasn't. It doesn't happen much anymore.
Until today. I went to the beach at lunch, threw down my blanket and plopped on down to my unobstructed ocean view. Then I noticed the couple next to me. Oh my gosh, it was our friend, Steve. And he was laying next to a girl that totally could have been his wife, Sheila. Why would they not tell us they were out here? They've read on my blog about beach lunch Fridays - did they want me to catch them here? "Sheila" turned around and it wasn't Sheila. Ok, she's off the hook, but what was Steve doing in LA? And why was he with a Sheila look-a-like??
"Steve" said he was going to see how cold the water was and started walking away. Clearly they were tourists. Locals don’t dare put even their toes in the ocean here, especially just south of the Santa Monica pier. "Steve" had the same build as Steve and he dressed just like him too. He wore what he probably bought weeks ahead as his cool beach outfit (sunglasses, navy shorts and a plaid short sleeve button down shirt). He even had that same goofy (in a good way) "I like Battlestar Galactica" look about him. He glanced at me once and shot me a cry for help look.
So that's the story. As "Steve" packed up their gear I wanted to whisper to him, "Steve, is that you? Is this girl holding you against your will?". But I didn't. It would've been crazy. Cause Steve's in NY, right?
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What's wrong with Battlestar?
(series premiere tonight!)
I'm still in good ol' NY. I find it hard to believe that someone with such good looks, charisma, sexiness, personality (need I go on?) as myself could exist. I guess the mold wasn't broken.......
I had the exact opposite problem in college. Apparently, I looked exactly like someone else on campus. I would have perfect strangers saying, "Sup, Dude!" It wasn't until I took off my sunglasses and they saw I had blue eyes would they say, "Yo, my bad!" Taking the vocab they used into consideration, I figured he was in a frat.
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