Tom and I went to the gym together this morning. The plan was that I’d attend a Boot Camp class and Tom would do some weights followed by some laps in the pool. I made it through Boot Camp (and was actually surprised that it didn’t totally kick my ass!) and went to the pool afterwards to look for Tom.
I immediately spotted Tom’s familiar stroke and stood at the end of the lane, waiting for him to touch the side so I could grab his attention. He approached the end of the lane and I motioned to him to stop swimming, which he did, standing up in front of me. As I began to speak to him, he lifted his goggles… and it was only at THAT moment that I realized that…
… this man was NOT my husband!
Mortified, I opened my mouth, not sure what would come out. I was afraid I’d say, “Oh, excuse me – I thought you were my husband …of 27 years, who I have known for 34 years and can spot from a mile away, just by the way you move.”
Fortunately (if you can call it fortunate) I said, “Oh excuse me… I thought you were someone else.” I then turned around and shuffled out of there so fast that I almost slipped on the wet tile and – broke my ankle. Again.
I saw this guy again later as he left the locker room and again opened my mouth, thinking it was Tom… but, realizing (again) that it wasn’t, I um… feigned a yawn and kept walking. Fast.
Tom’s brother looks a lot like him and I have come close to a few embarrassing moments before, mistaking Craig for Tom. That’s legit and even expected. But this? This was just weird! Who IS this guy?!
Later, when I introduced Tom to my trainer, I told them what had happened and Tom, not missing a beat, asked whether I now had a date with this strange man – to which I could only answer, “in fact, yes – we’re having lunch together next Wednesday!”
(Which isn’t true, of course because really, it’s not a good idea to have an illicit affair with a man who’s a dead ringer for your husband!)