Today, during a conversation with my classmate, Juan, I discovered that he and I met a while back through a mutual friend named Mike Chang. Juan seemed so sure of his story, and he insisted so convincingly, that I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I’d never met this Mike Chang. It’s no use fighting the tides of confusion anymore.
This kind of thing happens without fail. Every month, I’m approached by at least one person who’s mistaken me for somebody else. That’s no exaggeration, either. It really happens that often. I came to the conclusion years ago that I have a very generic look. I might as well take down that cartoon caricature of me at the top of my blogger and replace it with a yellow smiley face. Maybe I should move to China and make a living by stealing television sets. If I ever got caught, nobody would ever single me out from a lineup.
The same thing happens all the time to me. Girls come up to me almost every week and confuse me for Brad Pitt, Ben Affleck, and Tom Cruise. I’m personally getting sick of it.
eat a dick
So…just for the sake of clarification, you want me to literally consume one? Like you know, salt it, pepper it, and filet it?
Dude, Kevin, that was genius.
you may look generic, but your personality is definitely original =O)
“Me,” your check is in the mail.