Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Just consider it a mental upchuck [Part V]

It has recently come to my attention that more people read this blog than I thought. Of course there are the usual suspects, namely YOU, my blogger buddies and faithful followers. But apparently I have others who check my blog out once in a while when they are bored at work, or when they can't sleep at night. For some reason or another, these people lurk in the bloggy shadows, never commenting and never letting on that I'm one of their guilty pleasures. One of these days I might have to go de-lurking but in the meantime I say: Welcome new readers...come and sit a spell! And feel free to leave me a comment if you are so inclined.

Now, onto the good stuff.

Part V: Just call me Doppelganger Daisy

When I was in high school, I had a group of guy friends who were considered to be part of the "cool clique". I think they initially started hanging around me because I was a big nerd and they thought they could charm me into doing their homework for them (fat chance) but then became my friends because they really liked me and started to think of me as a sister of sorts. That, and because they were teenage boys and I had big boobs.

But I digress.

These group of friends (P, S, K, and G) had a nickname for me: Daisy. At first I thought it was because I was so sunny and sweet, but when I really stopped to think about it, I had always been sarcastic and cranky so that couldn't have been the reason. I finally gave up and asked P one day, why it is they called me Daisy. He said that there was a girl in the neighboring rival high school who looked exactly like me, and her name was Daisy. Side note: I never thought to ask whether the kids at her school then called her "E".

Anyway, a couple years passed and I was a junior in high school when the premier and the littlest bro-hans started taking tae kwon do lessons at a local martial arts studio. I went to the studio one day to watch them and was hanging around when all of a sudden a little girl (maybe 4 or 5 years old) came right up to me, threw her arms around my waist and gave me a big hug. After I got over the initial shock, I hugged her back. When she finally let go of me I kneeled down and gave her a big smile and asked her what her name was.

She burst into huge noisy tears.

Her mother who had been watching the whole exchange came over and picked her up then stared me in the face. I was about to explain (though I don't know how since I had no clue what just happened) but she beat me to it. She says "Oh, I'm so sorry. She must have thought you were her baby sitter and she got upset when she thought you had forgotten who she was." I told the mom that it was no big deal and was about to turn and walk away when she added, "I have to tell you, I thought for sure you were Daisy until I looked a little closer. That's why I let her walk over here and hug you *giggle giggle*."

Later on, in college...the same thing happened except this time it wasn't a cute little girl but a full grown man. I was walking towards "the Ave" from class when all of a sudden some dude picks me up from behind and gives me a bear hug. When he put me down I turned around prepared to sock him in the face but...well, he was kinda cute so I restrained myself and settled for giving him my patented evil eye. He didn't notice me glaring at him because he was busy asking me how I was. Or rather, verbatum, "Hey, ya been?" He finally stopped talking long enough to really look at me. I don't know if it was the stink eye that told his brain that I wasn't Daisy or if it was whatever minute differences in my face but when he realized he had just picked up and hugged a complete stranger he turned pink, stammered out his apologies and took off. I remember going back to my dorm room and telling my roommate (who also went to high school with me) what happened and she said she always wondered why the guys called me that in school.

So apparently, somewhere in the greater Seattle area, there prowls a girl who looks so much like me that men, women, and children mistake me for her all the time. I have to wonder if she gets randomly accosted by people mistaking her for me too. I also wonder why I haven't bothered to look her up before. Maybe I'll start, look up people who used to go to that school. Ask some friends what her last name was. Finally solve the mystery of my unrelated twin. Or maybe I'll be my usual lazy self and blog about it instead.

The End


Bella@That damn expat said...

Ask your parents about their potential extramarital activities. That might explain it.

God, I'm mean today.

~E said...

Not mean. Just on the same wavelength as I was.

Chris said...

You're NOT Daisy?

Crap, I've been reading the wrong blog all this time.

the iNDefatigable mjenks said...

I'll bet she has a blog called "Daisy Deconstructed".

Felisa said...

I thought Daisy had to do with Daisy Duke (and Double Ds) :P

If some random grown man of a stranger hugged me while I'm walking around the Ave, I would scream bloody murder.

words words words said...

You should find Daisy and switch lives with her for a week so I can make a dopey Disney Channel movie out of it.