The day we arrived, and again today someone mistook me for someone they know. One asked if I was Olga. Mmmm, no. Another started a conversation with me as we were running towards each other. Then was shocked to discover that I wasn't who they thought I was.
Weirdness.
Both men. A new kind of pickup line?
I must look like I'm from Toronto.
4 comments:
Very interesting...I often have this experience of others when I first arrive somewhere...maybe you were to, but the other way around....
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Nomad
Nobody ever tries to pick me up like that...
Oh well, so, you are easily mistaken for a Russian beauty (or ex deadly russian spy...). Enjoy :)
May we call you Olga? ;)
Nomad, could be. I do know what you mean, you are so used to seeing the same people you tend to see them in the new place, I keep 'seeing' Catalans from the village in folks walking around TO.....
ElP, Geez, what are you doing wrong? Seems like a line to start with anyway....
Hula...ummm, if ya want to!
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