I Know You From Somewhere

Yesterday, while shopping, something unusual happened. Before you jump to the conclusion that by weird I mean that I didn’t spend any money, rest assured that, sadly, money left my pocket and I didn’t get everything I needed.

I was in a big store that had both groceries and everyday products. While cruising in the grocery section a woman and her cart passed by me just like a car on a road.  When I saw her (and she saw me) we both had a moment or recognition….or something and said hello.

It isn’t that I am unfriendly, but I am shy, and though I see many attractive women during my day, I rarely say hello to someone I don’t know, or who isn’t reading a book.

I had the sense that I knew her, but for the life of me I couldn’t think from where that might be. I started to doubt my feeling.  I rationalized that since I found her attractive, I was just wishing a connection into existence.

When she passed me again, she said “I feel like I know you from somewhere.”

It is hard to ignore that kind of sign. I explained that I too had the same feeling.

We spent a few minutes trying to figure out what the connection was. She suspected that she had seen me at the hockey rink that she took her kid to.  I wondered if we had gone to high school together.  She gave me quizzical looks, and asked where I was from.  I speculated a few places we might have me; the library, the bus, Murphy’s Bar in Osaka Japan (you never know).

Though nothing came of this event, I did appreciate it for its randomness and feeling of “almost”.

 

About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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5 Responses to I Know You From Somewhere

  1. Cat says:

    Maybe she is part if your karass? Weird but very cool.

  2. Sometimes…people look familiar even though you don’t know them. It happens to me a lot. OR maybe she does look like someone you know…but isn’t the same person 🙂

    • Anthony says:

      Like I said in the post, maybe because I found her attractive and the fact that we both said hello to each other without prompting–so I didn’t look like a stalker trying to pick her up–is all part of it.
      Then again I like the comment above about her being part of my Karass–see Kurt Vonnegut’s A Cat’s Cradle to see what I mean.
      Perhaps I will see her again and this time I can say, “yeah, we met at WalMart.”

    • Anthony says:

      Maybe it’s just wish fulfilment.

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