It’s time for me to come clean before my mom leaks this on the internet.
The Parent Trap was by far my favourite movie as a kid.
In case you don’t know it, the story is about two twin sisters separated at young age (one lives with her dad, one with her mom) who meet for the first time at a summer camp and develop a plan to reunite their parents.
The older I get, the angrier I am about the custody arrangements in The Parent Trap.
— Geraldine (@everywhereist) May 6, 2014
I guess what I found charming was the idea of meeting someone who is exactly like you, speaks like you, looks like you and with whom you share an immediate, indissoluble bond. It sounded comforting.
But then years passed. Young me grew up resigned to not having a secret twin brother, which turned the few summer camps I was forced to
attend into insufferable lonely experiences. After some even more traumatic and lonely teenage years, adulthood kicked in along with the idea of being one-of-a-kind finally seeding in my head.
And THAT is the moment I found out there’s A LOT of people in the world who creepily look like me.
My lookalike can be a total stranger on the street or also, you know, James Franco.
And that’s not even the worst case scenario, people.
Let me tell you that you don’t know what awkward is until you get an email from a friend admitting that he just j**ked off to you on the internet.
And attaches this.
This is Dante.
He likes long walks on the beach and bondage.
Now, I’m not that hairy but I have to admit that this guy’s face does resemble mine from a few years back (
before my nose job when I was thinner) and I don’t know how I feel about it.
Despite the clear pros of the situation (e.g. the chance of co-starring in a porn movie titled The Parent Jockstrap or Doppelgaengbanger) I can’t help thinking that it’s all a scientific experiment Orphan-Black-like.
Clearly, Dante was Subject A – brought up in a liberal accepting environment and prompted to use the gym and cultivate his body whereas I was Subject B – brought up by tv and prompted to a diet majorly made of cookies.
Should totally organize a reunion, one of these days.
Hi Dante, no sorry, Federico, I have something for you that you can use to help people making fun of you: the Liebster award from Germany. I nominated you. Congratulations!
Thank you Helene ;-) I’ll try to do it before the end of the century :D