“I know you,” said the woman. “I thought I recognized the name.”
This is how this story started. I was interviewing an accountant in a semi-state organization. I was a computer consultant at the time, working for one of the ‘big six’ consulting firms. She was about five three, a brunette with short hair. Her (married) name was Inez Clarke.
“You won’t remember me,” she says, “but I kissed you when we were four.”
Instantly, the kissing incident came flooding back into my mind. I was four, attending a birthday party in a friend’s house and this four-year-old blonde bombshell called Inez Murray grabbed me by the staircase and kissed me. The act was witnessed by everyone and I cried. I remember that vividly. At this remove, I can’t recall why I cried, but I did and everybody laughed. Anyway, the accountant and I had a short conversation about the incident, which she remembered fondly.
About two years later, I was at a party when this tall, majestic woman approached and shook my hand. She was an architect with long blonde hair.
“You won’t remember me,” she says, “but before I was married my name was Inez Murray, and we kissed on a staircase many years ago, when we were four.”
That’s all there is to this weird story: two very different women both claiming the same identity. I never got to the bottom of this.
Definitely weird. Maybe there’s a longer story here somewhere? Stolen identity?
Nice blog. Thx for sharing
Thanks for the comment, Shirley. The story is completely true. Only the names and occupations have been changed. My brother vouched for the tall blonde – he’s known her for years.
Hahahaha. Usually to writers do these sort of things happen! I’ve got a couple weird ones in the bag too. This is classic. I hope this can be the nugget to a story later.