Twice, I was mistaken for someone named Simone. Both times it was dark out and I was walking alone across campus. The same guy (I think he might've been Chinese) called out "Simone!" or "Hey Simone" or "How's it going Simone?". I'd slow down a bit and as he got closer he'd realize his mistake and apologize. Did I mention that this happened twice?
Usually I'm mistaken for someone I know-- a Korean friend or blood relative. I wonder how closely I resemble this Simone and if she's ever been mistaken for me. I wonder what we have in common beyond having vaguely the same appearance from afar. I imagine that Simone is something like this:
Simone is bilingual-- she can speak English and Mandarin fluently. She did some field hockey in high school but wasn't a particularly notable or crucial member of the team. She's a foodie and spends a good deal of her free time hunting down the newest great hole-in-the wall restaraunt to champion and recommend to her friends. Her "notes" section in her planner is dedicated to memorable dishes and quick reviews of the places she's been. She works out at least two times a week, thrice if you count shopping on the weekends. She can never have enough pairs of jeans. Simone doesn't ever leave the house without wearing mascara and lipgloss. She prefers cats to dogs despite owning one French terrier. On quiet weekends she likes to paint her toenails while watching reruns of "Sex and the City" or "I Dream of Jeannie" or "Bewitched". Her childhood dream was to grow up to be a veterinarian or marine biologist. Simone recently left her job as a urine technician for a drug rehab clinic and is now working as a pharmacy technician and loving it. She's secretly afraid of growing old.
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