At Starbucks, and a guy from behind me placed both of his hands over my eyes and asked "guess who?", I said "idk... who?". I felt and pressed his hands, and finally after about 15 seconds - he let go, I turned my head, and...
I REALLY DON'T KNOW HIM (no biggie, since I get stopped by people who read my blog)... but here's the thing... HE DOESN'T KNOW ME EITHER.
He muttered, anxiously, "sorry sorry... I thought you were my friend..." and scurried over to a table across mine with a girl, that I would think does look like me in terms of hair, body size, and dressing.
