Over my lifetime I’ve had some memorable conversations having to do with being a twin. Some I’ve mentioned before, when people recognized me because they knew my twin. But I can think of two really funny conversations because I’m a twin.
During most of my high school years I lived near a small college but moved away before I graduated. After high school, I returned to that college and, as expected ran into friends I hadn’t seen for at least a couple of years.
One day I was walking across the quad and spotted a young man. I knew immediately who he was, well more or less. You see he was a twin too.
One of the Nielson boys my sister had befriended in eighth grade and we both liked him. The other, well, let’s just say he and I were oil and water.
I stopped to talk. “Hi. Long time no see.”
“Yeah. How have you been doing? Where’s your sister?”
“Fine. She’s back home. How’s your bother?”
Our conversation continued giving some detail as to what our respective sibling was up to without ever saying their name.
I personally was getting frustrated. I knew I’d have to tell Bonnie I’d seen one of the Nielson boys and she’d ask me which one but at this point our exchange had given me no clue. At no time did he mention his brother’s name, and I had hoped he would. Though in hindsight, I never once mentioned my sister’s name either.
I finally realized I couldn’t stand there talking much longer and made some indications I should be leaving. He agreed with me. I’m not even sure which one of us suggested giving greetings to our respective siblings first but I know we both did. But that still posed a problem. I still didn’t know which twin he was.
I finally decided I needed to ask and apparently he’d come to the same conclusion because we said in unison. “Now who are you?”
We literally heard gasps all around us. It was so funny I couldn’t help laughing even though I’d been talking to the Nielson boy I couldn’t stand. We exchanged a laugh and quickly parted ways while agreeing to convey our messages to our respective siblings.
Then not long after that I was walking towards home and found the path blocked by three people in conversation. One young man had his back to me but I could see the faces of the couple he was talking to. I knew both of them, again from eighth grade.
I peeked around the man I didn’t know, saying, “Hi.” Letting my presence be known.
My two acquaintances brightened at my appearance, hugging me and gushed with enthusiastic greetings, which, like the Nielson boy, included asking about my sister.
After several minutes of polite inquiry into what my sister and I were up to they both deemed they must be courteous and introduce me to their friend so the young lady asked, you guessed it. “Who are you?”
The completely stunned expression on the poor man’s face was priceless and of course his first response was, “Don’t you know her?”
I believe it was my male acquaintance who explained it. “But there’s two names for that face.”
Sometimes, it can be funny being a twin.