Earlier today, for reasons that are neither relevant or interesting, I found myself waiting around in an office on a local college campus. There was one other woman already waiting when I arrived, and we smiled at each other as I sat down in a chair nearby.
She looked at me quizzically and said, "You look familiar. Do you work here on campus?"
"No," I said, "I don't. But I can't guarantee that we haven't met somewhere. I always have trouble recognizing people out of context."
"Oh, me too!" she replied, "But you look so familiar to me!"
"Huh. Maybe I just have one of those faces," I said, and that was the end of the conversation because we had to move to a different office.
I know I don't know her because I know everyone I know in this city (meaning that it's not as though I have met so many people that I have started to forget some of them), and she's not one of the people I know. But she also looked familiar. And friendly. When we got up to head down the hallway to the other room, she was delighted to find that we are the same height (a rarity in a world dominated by women who are less than 5'10" tall) and we continued chatting as we walked until the office worker with us asked if we knew each other already. Nope. Not at all.
Of course, as soon as she said I looked familiar (and when I knew that she didn't know me from "real life") I desperately wanted to ask her if she was a knitter. Maybe she's on Ravelry and has seen me around. Maybe she even listens to the podcast or reads this blog! (No, I harbor no illusions that I am that well-known, but it could just be one of those flukey things, ya know?) But I didn't ask her for one reason: if she wasn't a knitter, then just think about how random and unrelated such a question would be. It would be akin to breaking into a conversation about financial planning to ask someone if they have ever hunted rhinos.
Or...thinking about it now, maybe it wouldn't have been that weird. *sigh* I'll never know. And now my curiosity is killing me!!!
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Maybe she'll see this post and tell you who she is...
Man, I thought you were going to end that story saying the she asked YOU if you were a knitter or something like that. That would've been cool. But really, that's curious how she might know you.
Hopefully, she will see this and speak up.
I hope she sees this and introduces herself! Even if she doesn't, and even if she isn't a knitter, it's always cool meeting nice and friendly people.
I thought the same thing that your brother mentions in his comment. I've had this happen to me, though, where you swear you know someone, but you can't place the context: another wonderful demonstration of how memory works. We need cues!
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