I have that face—the one people always recognize, whether they truly do or not.
Over the years, I’ve had many people say that I look familiar to them. Of course, there are the times that it’s just a line (men in bars—go figure). But other times, I know it’s genuine. In fact, it’s happened twice in the past three days. One of my new kickball teammates was trying really hard to figure out where she knew me from. It was the first time we’d ever met, I swear. And last night, I was at a local café to hear one of my yoga instructors perform some music, when a fellow fan told me I looked familiar, but he realized I looked like a previous housemate of his from years ago with whom he’d lost touch.
I’ve also been told several times that I resemble Jeanne Tripplehorn. One ex-boyfriend’s mom took to calling me “Jeanne,” which was weird because that was her name, too. A previous boss came into work one day and said that I looked like Tom Cruise’s wife in The Firm. A barista in the Marina Starbucks asked me if I knew who Jeanne Tripplehorn was. I simply smiled and answered, “Yes, I’ve been told I look like her.” I’m complimented every time.
I think this look-alike-ness may account for that familiar feeling people get. I saw Maya Rudolph on a plane once, but the first thing I thought when I saw her was “I know her from somewhere…”
I’ve come to embrace my familiar face as a good thing, if for nothing more than the giggle I have on the inside and the chance to meet new people who think they already know me.