Fantastic coincidences

[novelist_wannabe]

I'm generally an empiricist, but this stuff weirded me out ...

First, I'm on vacation in Orlando. Fam and I are in line at the Tower of Terror when we strike up a conversation with the group in front of us. Turns out they're from the same town we are. Guy's first name is same as mine, their daughter's first name is same of mine. Then we go into a ride based on the Twilight zone. Strange.

But that's not all. Ten years ago, we went and I got picked as an extra for the Indiana Jones stunt show. Kewl. So today I got picked again. What are the odds? Both times out of a crowd of 5,000 or so, I'm selected to go on stage. Sure, 1 in 5,000, but 10 years apart? All this just really struck me as odd.

Your thoughts? Your own experiences?

 

[Mayfly]

Make sure you went home with the right family.

 

[micropolitan guy]

Went to a Denver Zyphers game at old Mile High many moons ago. Guy playing for the other team went to high school with my wife, graduated in the same class. He hits a foul ball, I get it.

Sort of met him years later at the 20-year reunion. What a douchenozzle.

 

[Dan Rydell]

I wouldn't risk sleeping tonight, Novelist.

 

[Eagleboy]

I had one recently that really blew my mind. My girlfriend got a job this summer working in the city and to ease on the commute lived with three girls who were originally from Ireland and were visiting here for an extended period of time. Two weeks ago, one of my good friends sends me a link to this photo album a girl we grew up with put online, and lo and behold, one of the Irish girls was in that photo album. That, to me, was pretty incredible.

 

[Flying Headbutt]

The Post printed a story a few weeks back, where a woman on the Metro struck up a conversation with a guy roughly 20 years younger wearing a hat from the area she grew up in. As she starts talking he mentions growing up in the same area as her, and then the same block. Finally she describes the same house, which is in Kansas btw, that she grew up in. Address, neighbors, everything. Turns out, this guy's parents had bought the house from her parents, and they literally grew up in the same ****ing bedroom with the same neighbors, and met each other for the first time about a thousand or so miles away from that same home.

Now, kids, THAT is a ****ing coincidence.

 

[Eagleboy]

That's incredible. Do you have a link? Or should I get to searching?

 

[Flying Headbutt]

I have no link. I've spent the past few minutes looking in the archives. It was in some sort of blog or column that usually runs on page 3 of the dead tree edition of the Metro section, but they started that particular one on page one. Maybe a Postie or someone familiar with the section can find it. It was really an amazing story and if I could find it I'd post it.

 

[joe]

Are you sure it isn't IRONIC? Because, you know, if you were on TV, it would be.

 

[ArnoldBabar]

If I wanted to start another Alanisjack, I'd suggest it was like rain on your wedding day. But of course, I could never be a party to that ...

 

[Mayfly]

My whole dating life has been a coincidence. I wouldn't say they are fantastic. Here we go.

I meet this girl off of the Internet. She seems like a good girl. I meet her, we hang out. Within the first two dates, I'm hitting triples like Jimmy Rollins. She tells me how her one friend always talks about her behind her back and she doesn't know how she is friends with her and so on. There is so much drama with this girl. So we go out a few more times, and I don't feel like making it anything permanent, so I decide to ease back off her. She calls me and I just tell her it wasn't working out and that's that.

Fast forward to the next summer. I meet a girl at the mall and turns out she has a beach house. I go down there, and we pretty much decide it's going to be one night where no one cares what happens. We have our fun and during the night she shows me her MySpace page, and believe it or not, she shows me the first girl I messed around with. Turns out they are best friends.

Senior year of college, I hook up with his girl at a semi-formal, actually, she grabs my tie and forces herself on me. A week later, I am at another party, and I go home with this girl and have fun, and it turns out the girl at the semi-formal and her are best friends. They ask me why am I playing them and stuff. I told them I had no idea. Case closed.

I meet my last girlfriend and it turns out her older sister is best friends with the girl I hooked up with at the semi-formal. The semi-formal girl tells her that I am bad news and how she should not date me. She disregarded the warning (which is not true) and we go along our merry way. We break up 4 months later.

I meet this next girl at my other job (lifeguarding) and we hit it off. I take her to a MMA fight between Kimbo Slice and Ray Mercer and we have a great time. Before we leave for the fight, she tells me she needs to get her shoes from her friend's house. I said oh ok, where does your friend live, since I was driving. She directs me, and I remember the house. It was the first girl's house and she was the one who was telling me about this girl I was on a date with and how she always talks behind her back and that ilk.

So in conclusion, I officially twisted myself into a triangle of lust between all of these groups of friends. I bet they all know about it, but they played it off well, or they just didn't care. Since I moved 600 miles away from home, hopefully I will never meet another girl who knows one of those friends, but the way my sex life has gone so far, I might end up not so lucky.

 

[bostonbred]

My whole dating life has been a coincidence. I wouldn't say they are fantastic. Here we go.

I meet this girl off of the Internet. She seems like a good girl. I meet her, we hang out. Within the first two dates, I'm hitting triples like Jimmy Rollins. She tells me how her one friend always talks about her behind her back and she doesn't know how she is friends with her and so on. There is so much drama with this girl. So we go out a few more times, and I don't feel like making it anything permanent, so I decide to ease back off her. She calls me and I just tell her it wasn't working out and that's that.

Fast forward to the next summer. I meet a girl at the mall and turns out she has a beach house. I go down there, and we pretty much decide it's going to be one night where no one cares what happens. We have our fun and during the night she shows me her MySpace page, and believe it or not, she shows me the first girl I messed around with. Turns out they are best friends.

Senior year of college, I hook up with his girl at a semi-formal, actually, she grabs my tie and forces herself on me. A week later, I am at another party, and I go home with this girl and have fun, and it turns out the girl at the semi-formal and her are best friends. They ask me why am I playing them and stuff. I told them I had no idea. Case closed.

I meet my last girlfriend and it turns out her older sister is best friends with the girl I hooked up with at the semi-formal. The semi-formal girl tells her that I am bad news and how she should not date me. She disregarded the warning (which is not true) and we go along our merry way. We break up 4 months later.

I meet this next girl at my other job (lifeguarding) and we hit it off. I take her to a MMA fight between Kimbo Slice and Ray Mercer and we have a great time. Before we leave for the fight, she tells me she needs to get her shoes from her friend's house. I said oh ok, where does your friend live, since I was driving. She directs me, and I remember the house. It was the first girl's house and she was the one who was telling me about this girl I was on a date with and how she always talks behind her back and that ilk.

So in conclusion, I officially twisted myself into a triangle of lust between all of these groups of friends. I bet they all know about it, but they played it off well, or they just didn't care. Since I moved 600 miles away from home, hopefully I will never meet another girl who knows one of those friends, but the way my sex life has gone so far, I might end up not so lucky.

Hah, now that's some weird ****.

 

[Steak Snabler]

About a year and a half ago, our paper hired a guy on news side who went to the same high school as I did, attended the same college (which was in a different state) and lived in the same dorm. Turns out, his mother was my 10th grade algebra teacher. Yet we had never met, since he's eight years younger than me.

Not surprisingly, we've since become really close friends.

 

[John]

At the end of a night of drinking about 10 years ago, my two roommates and I climb into a cab minivan. There were already a couple of people in it. When we tell the driver our address, one of the other guys tells us he used to live in that house.

He then asks who sleeps in the back left bedroom. I tell him I do. He asks if I know that someone was murdered in that room a couple of years before. No, I didn't know that, I said, but thanks for sharing.

 

[HandsomeHarley]

Geez, I can't top any of those.

The best I've got is I was born on Good Friday and my mother was born on Christmas.
I was named after my grandpas, and the two names are brothers in the Bible.
My wife and I are five years apart, and my son and daughter are five years apart.
I was 32 when my son was born and my father was 32 when his first son was born (me).
My father was born on Sept. 11 and died on Groundhog Day.

 

[mpcincal]

I have a good one:

This past August, I took a vacation trip with my Dad and we ended up staying with and visiting relatives in Springfield, Mo. The last time I'd been in the area was 1985, 22 years ago, on another family vacation trip.

My third day there I pick up the local paper and the big A1 story is that an arrest was made on a 22-year-old murder of a young woman in a city nearby. Mainly, it was well known among the town grapevine that this guy did it, but only now, because of some new DNA, were they able to get the evidence to arrest him.

In reading the story, I found out the death of the woman happened in June 1985, pretty much the time I was in Springfield the last time.

So to recap: I'm visiting the Springfield at the same time a young woman is murdered, and I don't get back for 22 years, and then when I'm there they finally get around to making an arrest in the case.

BTW, I have an airtight alibi.

 

[deskslave]

I wandered into an MSNBC story about small talk people make when they visit the proctologist/girl doctor. Yeah, I know. Anyway, this woman, who's 58, tells a story about making small talk about where she grew up while the doc was doing his thing. Turns out they grew up in the same town, went to the same high school and graduated in the same class. She did not return to that particular doctor.

 

[Lone_Star_Speed]

About ten years ago I was at a Mudhoney/Supersuckers show in Seattle. I'm in the green room and this gal and I start talking. Turns out she had lived in Dallas before moving to Seattle. We start talking about the good old days of the Dallas music scene and it turns out that we were into the same bands and had been at the same shows on several different occasions. Turns out she was the roomate of a friend of mine. I call moments like that "It's a small world after all" moments.

 

[SuperflySnuka]

The second-to-last girl I hooked up with, born 01/30/85.
The last girl I hooked up with, born 01/30/83.
My birthday: You ****ing guessed it: 01/30/84

Creeeeeeeeeeepy

 

[friend of the friendless]

Sirs, Madames,

I went through a stretch in my twenties when three girls I dated (and one I shacked with for a year) had the initials LL. Closest I ever got to Superman.

This just happened on Tuesday: I'm watching--god help me--the King of Kensington, a 70s era Canadian sitcom. I'm taking a break from working on a blog I'm setting up for my soon-to-be-released book. The blog as I've set it up will be called "Scout's Honour." Not the title of the book but it's weaved in there. So I'm sorta watching the tube out of one eye. Spot this 10-year-old kid who steals some money in the episode. Looks familiar (I thought it might be Canadian actor Ian Tracey, but no matter.) Credits roll ... Michael Meyers. I think, "could it be Mike Myers?" I do a imdb.com search ... yup, his first ever credit, mentions that his name is mis-spelled. Episode titled: Scout's Honour. And I've never watched the King of Kensington before.

YHS, etc