Husband Clothes

We have recently learned that my husband has a celebrity twin.  I can’t tell you who the celebrity is, or I will give away my husband’s identity–because they actually truly identical–face, height, build, everything. It’s quite uncanny. If they stood side by side, people could think they were twins. I am not exaggerating. (I wish I could name the celebrity, but my husband insists that I keep him anonymous since I make fun of him and share mean things he does on this blog. I feel that’s fair.) Anyway, I think I have mentioned that my husband looks a little like a terroristy version of Andrei Agassi–and he does–but that is a slight resemblance. The person I am talking about in this post is not Agassi, and the resemblance is not slight–it is striking.

The funny thing is that this celebrity is one of these WEIRD celebrities. He’s cute enough, but it’s his profession. He’s not an actor. He’s not a politician. He’s in one of those…how shall we phrase this…one of those sport-related activities that most of my cousins from Tennessee enjoy watching. Now, my cousins from Tennessee might beat me up if I named the activity AND made fun of it, therefore I will not do so. But suffice to say, it is not really the type of thing people are going to brag about doing (unless you’re one of my cousins). Also, the celebrity lives close to us, which makes people even more convinced they’ve seen this guy when my husband walks by.

SO, the celebrity who is my husband’s twin won some award recently and got more famous than before. So people keep coming up to my husband and asking for his autograph. If you knew how anti-social my husband is and how freaked out he looks when approached by random strangers, you would really enjoy imagining this. The first few times this happened, my husband was very freaked out. The people just walked up and said “Hey! Can we have your autograph?!”

My husband didn’t know about the lookalike at that point. He responded by wrinkling his eyebrows and nose in a confused gesture (but one that looked angry and mean–he can’t help it…He isn’t angry or mean, but he looks like he is). So with this horribly scary expression on his face, he asks, “What?” And they ask for his autograph again, and he walked away confused.

Then he finally did an Internet search for the name they were saying, and he found the guy’s picture. We were both stunned at the resemblance. SO, people continue to approach him, and now my husband responds, “Oh, I’m not him.”

This is the part I love most–the people get ALL OFFENDED thinking that my husband is LYING! And they say stuff like “Oh, well, we aren’t trying to bother you. Sorry. Just thought you could take a second.”  My poor husband–he’s just not the type of guy who is equipped to deal smoothly with this type of situation. But he does his best, and we think it’s fun.

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