One day in the spring in 2004, a friend came up to me and said “Hey, I said hi to you in sociology today. Why didn’t you say hi back?’

I look at her and say ‘Um, I’m not in sociology, I take psychology. I was in psychology today. But you’re not in that class’.

“No, I swear it was you!’ she says
“And I’m certain it wasn’t!’

Several months later, I was working as a summer counselor on campus, and I kept getting confused for another counselor, Jess. I didn’t think we looked that much alike, but our matching blonde ponytails and near 6ft height had people confusing us always.

One day, I turned to her and said “Hey Jess, did you take sociology this year?’

And indeed she had. And turns out that quite a few of my friends had been confusing her by saying hi all year.

When I was in University at SFU in my second year I also had lots of strange people saying Hi to me and a number of friends who were angry that I ignored them. At one point we finally had a common friend who said that we looked at lot like the other person and we finally managed to meet. We became good friends after that and for Halloween one year we went as the “double mint twins”.

At the same time I also had someone else sort of “stalking” me because I looked exactly like his ex-girlfriend who was back in his hometown. We too eventually became good friends.

It seems that a couple of my friends became that way because of them mistaking me for someone else :0)

OK, this competition was made for me. Seriously. I get mistaken for someone else, on average, every week or two. This past Sunday, my neighbour’s friend thought I was someone she knew, perhaps from TV or … ? Then not 15 minutes later I was buying cherries & blueberries from a woman at a roadside stand in English Bay. She was in town from Keremeos. Now, I do stop at the K-Cafe in Keremeos sometimes when I pass through, but I’m certain I’ve not met her before.
Two weeks ago, a bookstore owner said she “knew me from somewhere.”
Most of these incidences fade quickly from memory, as they happen with such regularity. But I do remember being mistaken for Frank, for Sarah’s brother, for someone that owed somebody’s friend money, for an ambiguous actor, and the list goes on.
I have arrived at two possible explanations. Either (a) I have a doppelganger roaming around Vancouver who is subjected to the same random mis-identifications, or (b) I simply have a very generic white-boy face. I think it’s the latter.

i was once on a semi-blind-date (don’t ask how that works) where my date at first mistook me for a chinese actor. i’m not sure if that was a lame attempt with VERY convincing acting to make me feel good, or something else in reality, but i’ll take it for the latter.

Considering how nondescript I am, the most common occasion wherein I am confused with someone else is when someone is old, batty, myopic or some variation thereupon.

Of course, when people google my name, I am occasionally confused a music researcher from Wales or a prepubescent boy rock climbing.

That’s all I’ve got.

I’ve never been mistaken for anyone, but I do want to win these tickets so I will share this – I’m often told that I look just like Emily Watson, the actress who was in such movies as Punch-Drunk Love, Red Dragon, and Equilibrium.

Coincidentally, Ms. Watson has worked with the Royal Shakespeare Company

I was in a subway station in Toronto, about 10 years ago, standing at the top of the stairs. As I made my way down the stairs, I could hear someone flying down the hallway behind me. Next thing I knew, I was being pushed down the last few steps! I stood up and a (CRAZY) woman was panting and standing over me. “Oh my God!” she screamed, “I thought you were Reese Witherspoon!!!!’
Imagine if I had been Ms. Witherspoon?

Boy those tickets would be lovely for an anniversary.

I am not usually mistaking for another but I do have a mind twin. My best friend Gwen (Gwynedd not Gwendolyn) and I met at camp when we were in our early teens. We were always together and it was not unusual to hear “Gwens” rather than the singular. She is still my best friend and no matter time or distance we always pick up where we left off.

However, I do have a funny story about a pair of twins Ted and Paul. I didn’t know they were twins and I am sure that there was at least 1 time before I knew that I talked to the one I didn’t know (at least then) and he pretended to be the other. I laughed about it later with them when we all knew each other.

I was waiting for a bus on Broadway once, and a car slowed down and I cute guy yelled “Isabelle, Isabelle..!!!”, alas of course it wasn’t me and the said cute guy felt a bit silly

My brother is four years older than me and he and I have been mistaken for each other many times over the years. I remember one particular occasion when my family was in the mall and my mom asked an employee in a store if she had seen us (giving our description) and the employee replied with: “Yes they were here. They’re twins right?”