I was sitting at Starbucks last night, minding my own business, reading my book about Jesus' teenage years, when a customer walks in. As is the custom, everytime someone walks in you quickly glance up at them. Well, I do this and he looks at me with this big shit-eating grin and says (rather loudly), "Oh! There you are."
I had no idea who this man was, so I am sure I had a rather odd look on my face. He realizes that he mistook me for someone else and apologizes profusely. He said that I looked exactly like the guy he was going to meet. Well, now the Alicia, Ben (Starbucks employees), and I can't wait to see my twin. The guy hangs out for a little bit, not purchasing coffee, then goes outside to meet someone on the sidewalk. HE LOOKED NOTHING LIKE ME!! Ok, sure, he had dark blonde/light brown short hair, but that was about it. They talk for a minute then leave.
The moral of the story is: when you are going to Starbucks to meet your internet gay sex hook-up, be sure you know well enough what he looks like before you talk to strangers.
Maybe I should post a Missed Connection on Craigslist and see what happens.
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