Have you ever experienced a "Holy shit! Me too!" moment? I've heard some pretty excellent stories of people finding a huge amount in common with someone else, or happenings on certain dates. I think it's reasonable to assume everyone has had some measure of a coincidence that seemed like fate.
My parents recently went to Florida and ran into none other than their next door neighbour...who would have thought thousands of miles away they'd see him walking through a flea market. My mom was amazed by this coincidence and I realized that I too, had experienced a weird coincidence.
My own story happened to me several years ago. I met a woman who I'll call Beth, through another friend. She was a piece of work, blatantly rude, ordered me not to get involved with my boyfriend (we had met maybe twenty minutes previously), abused the disability program, and she tried to make out with my boyfriend at her own stag & doe. Just plain greasy.
Anyway one day I was forced to have dinner at her place with mutual friends and she started bragging about how well travelled she was, how big city she was, how she used to live in Toronto etc. I said that I had lived there as well while going to York. I asked whereabouts she'd lived. The conversation went as follows:
Beth: Oh you probably don't know it. It's somewhere in a place called the Annex. (Remember, I told her I lived there for four years. The Annex is a very well known area. She just assumed I was an idiot)
Me: No kidding! So did I! Whereabouts?
Beth: Bathurst-Bloor area.
Me: Yeah, that's the annex but which street? I lived on XYZ Ave
Beth: That was my street.
Both of us: 394 XYZ Ave
And it turned out we both had the basement apartment. She was there in the early nineties and I was there ten years later. She asked if it still had the ugly tiles and I confirmed that nothing had changed.
Seriously, how messed up is that? Finding out that you lived in the exact same apartment as someone who you randomly met in a city 5 hours away with the population of over 2 million people...
So that was my big coincidence. I'm just lucky she didn't end up being my long lost sibling or anything like that. Do you have a similar story?
My parents recently went to Florida and ran into none other than their next door neighbour...who would have thought thousands of miles away they'd see him walking through a flea market. My mom was amazed by this coincidence and I realized that I too, had experienced a weird coincidence.
My own story happened to me several years ago. I met a woman who I'll call Beth, through another friend. She was a piece of work, blatantly rude, ordered me not to get involved with my boyfriend (we had met maybe twenty minutes previously), abused the disability program, and she tried to make out with my boyfriend at her own stag & doe. Just plain greasy.
Anyway one day I was forced to have dinner at her place with mutual friends and she started bragging about how well travelled she was, how big city she was, how she used to live in Toronto etc. I said that I had lived there as well while going to York. I asked whereabouts she'd lived. The conversation went as follows:
Beth: Oh you probably don't know it. It's somewhere in a place called the Annex. (Remember, I told her I lived there for four years. The Annex is a very well known area. She just assumed I was an idiot)
Me: No kidding! So did I! Whereabouts?
Beth: Bathurst-Bloor area.
Me: Yeah, that's the annex but which street? I lived on XYZ Ave
Beth: That was my street.
Both of us: 394 XYZ Ave
And it turned out we both had the basement apartment. She was there in the early nineties and I was there ten years later. She asked if it still had the ugly tiles and I confirmed that nothing had changed.
Seriously, how messed up is that? Finding out that you lived in the exact same apartment as someone who you randomly met in a city 5 hours away with the population of over 2 million people...
So that was my big coincidence. I'm just lucky she didn't end up being my long lost sibling or anything like that. Do you have a similar story?
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My brother in law (my spouse's brother) was born on the same day, same year, as my sister and I. In fact, the three of us were all born in the same hospital! My mother in law remembers the nurses talking about the "twins" born that morning. And if that isn't weird enough, we both have the same middle name. Spooky!
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