Courtney’s blog (http://cjanerun.blogspot.com) reminded me of something I bet you didn’t know about me (except maybe Marjorie). Here it is: I have a twin somewhere.
I found this twin as a result of a blind date seventeen or eighteen years ago (yikes!) during which my date kept saying to me, “You look just like a girl in a magazine.”
OK, that is probably the stupidest and least true line I have ever heard. I have never had any exaggerated belief in my own beauty. I have always been the “girl next door” type, the one guys fall for in spite of themselves after “getting to know me.” I do not attract attention. I do NOT look like a girl in any magazine. (And I didn’t then, when I was a skinny little nineteen-year-old.) But he kept SAYING it.
At the end of the date, at his house, he said, “Here, I’ll show you,” and pulled out a magazine.
It was a Land’s End catalog.
I think they use real people for that catalog. Or at least they did then. (I wouldn’t know now because I can’t afford their clothes.) At any rate, their models didn’t really look like model-types. They looked like people you see every day. And there before me was a picture of ME! Spitting image! Even down to the squinchy eye! If it weren’t for her hair--which was longer than I had ever managed to grow mine--and the sleeveless sundress she was wearing, I would have called an attorney to sue because someone had STOLEN a picture of me!
It was really creepy.
I cut out the picture and put it in my scrapbook. It’s still there, in case you want to see it. Of course, it doesn’t look like me anymore because, while my twin stayed a petite nineteen, I turned into a middle-aged, mommy-shaped blob. (Otherwise I’d scan it in and put it up here for you to see.)
So I wonder sometimes what my twin is up to. Did she have four kids? (Did she get stretch marks when she was pregnant that made the OB whistle “Stars and Stripes Forever” when he caught sight of them?) Did she marry as well as I did? Is she happy? I know she can’t possibly be as happy as I am. Because instead of modeling, I used my time in more important ways. Like, um, working in Orange Julius. (Brown polyester forever.) Also, she is obviously not as smart as I am—because I know at least one thing that she doesn’t: that she has a twin somewhere.
How ‘bout you? Do you have a twin?