One of those faces

So last week I went to the Orem Singles Ward for the first time ever. Jenny was nice enough to go with me. It was A LOT better than I had expected (though I had imagined some pretty horrific things, so maybe that's not saying a lot). One thing that Jenny helped me realize happens to me a lot, is when I go places people frequently tell me I look like "someone they know" or I seem "really familiar to them" or they've "met me before". Unfortunately these aren't just guys who need help with pick-up lines, but the old and young (relatively speaking for a singles ward), male and female, that I come across. No joke, at least 5 people introduced themselves to me and made one of the above comments. I apparently have "one of those faces" and should know others that have "my face". I mistakenly thought humans were like snowflakes as in that 'no two are the same'- well, in my case, apparently not. Apparently there are tens, if not hundreds of people with "my face". And, apparently, I should know who they are just in case one of their "friends" confuses them with me.

The best part, like when you meet one of your parents friends who remark upon meeting them, "I'm Suzie _____, don't you remember me??? The last time I saw you, you were wearing diapers!" And I want to say, "Why of course Suzie! It's all coming back to me now. I completely remember you changing my diaper and running around half naked as a two year old. How could I ever forget?!?"
But I don't. I stand there, plast a smile on my face and say, "It's so good to see you again."