To ask about your doppelgänger stories?

[Betty94]

Hello,

I was watching a vlog (video blog) on Japan and in the background I saw a man identical to my husband, I kept freeze framing and he looked identical if I didn't know it wasn't my husband I would have thought so, I even sent the pictures to his mum and she thought it was him! It really freaked me out haha, I started to question my reality and if it was a glitch in the matrix (just kidding) but he was on the exact same street we were two months later so I'm really glad he didn't cause any trouble or they'd have gone after my husband

Has anyone got any cool stories about their doppelgänger or someone they knows doppelgänger? - I really didn't believe in it before, I thought people could look similar but gosh, this man could be his mirror image!

Just for fun ofc :)

When I was in my late 20s I lived in a village where there was a boarding school

I was told by the landlord of the local pub that I looked the spitting image of one of the senior girls who sometimes came in the pub.
A lot of the regulars agreed I had a double.

Never met the girl but one Sunday lunch I was in the pub with Dp and a few friends. I had just been to the bar and was making my way back to the table with 2 pints in each hand when an older guy approached me and started telling me off.
He was really shouting at me to go back to school and he would be informing the Headmaster about my behaviour in the morning.
I stood their spluttering that I didn’t go to school, I had a f/t job and a mortgage.

It took the landlord and a few of the regulars to convince him that I wasn’t this girl. I just looked the same.

I would have loved to know this girls family history as mine is such a mix I didn’t think anyone could look like me

On a girls night out, there was someone who looked exactly like DH. Was so alike that my friends and I just stood there looking at him. He then thought I was interested and was trying to chat to me
I saw him quite a few times. Really odd.

I think I’ve wrote about this on here before at some point.

A few years back friends, clients and colleagues kept saying they saw me in the high street and why didn’t I wave back etc? And when did I start having driving lessons!? (I don’t drive). I hadn’t started and I knew I hadn’t had anyone I knew trying to get my attention and I certainly wouldn’t ignore them, but everyone was ADAMANT they’d seen me. I’m not sure they believed I wasn’t lying, it was all very strange.

Then a few months later I saw her, she was my mirror image driving past me at the end of my road as I waited to cross and it was the weirdest thing. It felt like everything stopped for a moment as we clapped eyes on each other.

I never saw her again and no one ever reported seeing me when I knew they hadn’t. Still get the creeps thinking about it.

When my husband and I first got together, a mutual friend found photos of 'me' in my underwear on a dating website. Honestly she looked so much like me I even had to double check.

I was quite a late developer as far as sex and boys were concerned, but from the age of 14 to 17, I had lorry drivers shouting, lewd comments and whistling at me as I walked down the road, it turned out they were mistaking me for another girl, who lived nearby. My mother saw her walking down our rd and wondered why 'I' carried on past the house. We weren't that alike close up, but a boy I went out with at 18 or 19, had also been out with her at 15, he obviously had a 'type' as far as outward appearance!

Mine turns up in photos of places/events I've been to, but in different parts, eg if I'd been at a school event in the hall, there might be a picture of me on FB or in a newspaper wearing different clothes, in the playground. I've never seen or been mistaken for this person in real life, but people who know me well show me the 'me' in the pictures.
DS1 often gets mistaken for a famous singer. He's very good-looking, but over 20 years older than DS, so it's not entirely flattering.

My doppelganger is a crack dealer in Croydon

Which makes for interesting nights out

Apparently mine is in Mexico! I was stopped by someone there who told me she had seen an older version of me so either that or I’m a time traveller

I was at Leeds train station for work. A women approached me and started talking to me, problem is l didn’t know her and l refused to admit l did. She got really annoyed with me, my work colleagues thought it was hilarious!

I must have one of those faces as l get it a lot. No one was as persistent or annoyed as that woman though

Last year my DGf went into a home. About six months later I walked past a man sitting in a restaurant who looked just like him - same hair, glasses, even the same purple jumper he liked to wear. And it was at the same table that we'd sat at so many times. Made my heart jump.

A few years ago one of my dms friends asked her if my dd was playing a child on a soap because she looked the spitting image of her.
I heard from a couple of moms if their dc were watching the soap and she was on they would say "Iwantacookie daughter is on tv"

Not a doppelganger but did have the shock of my life to walk into a clients house one time and seeing pictures of myself as part of a wedding picture on their wall. That was a weird few minutes when I found out they were actually related to the wedding party.

I have had strangers approach me four, maybe five times now mistaking me for their friend Denise.

Every time has been in central London either on my lunch break or at a bar/club so she must live in Soho somewhere

I was mistaken for a mildly famous musician in a restaurant, as a result our meal was free.

I also look like an Italian QVC presenter/rugby player, just a slightly browner version. Its the only reason my partner went on a second date with me! I do look very similar to him, sadly its only from the neck up.

I was in a club with my [twin] sister and her boyfriend (the 80s). I was married, but my husband wasn't there. Somebody decided that my sister's boyfriend was Gary Newman. This person said he could sell us discounted carpets, which he had in the back of his van, because it was Gary Newman. It didn't matter how many times I said, 'He's not Gary Newman'. He did look like him, and this person was saying, I know you don't want announce he's here, but 'it's obviously him, because he's with two blondes' (it wasn't).

Then I made the mistake of calling him over: 'Gary, can you...', to ask him to confirm he wasn't Gary Newman, then just gave up, as I realised what I'd done. Yes, he was called Gary, looked like Gary Newman, but wasn't actually Gary Newman. I'm sure to this day, that person thinks he met Gary Newman.

An ex launched at me because his ex partner had insisted she'd seen me going into a lesbian friendly bar. Less than a month later, my boss hauled me into the office because I had 'been seen' in town behaving inappropriately and potentially committing Gross Professional Misconduct, partly because I was signed off sick at the time with a broken neck after an RTA. Fortunately, my boss wasn't as much of a dick as the ex and believed me (and wasn't a homophobic arsehole, either) when I asked if he wanted me to obtain a copy of my x-rays and CT scan showing the fracture.

Wouldn't surprise me if my father had been up to no good around the time of my birth because he'd already been up to no good with my mother behind his wife's back

Saw one myself, though. When expecting DD2, we went to a fairly local pub and DD1 played in the children's area as we watched her. She was a very distinctive child, the brightest red, wavy hair ever and was wearing a very bright dayglo yellow dress from a particular clothing store not in town.

Around the other side of the climbing frame, a little girl, possibly a year or so older, came into view. She had exactly the same colour wavy hair, the same facial features and the exact same dress, just in a bright dayglo green instead. She was even wearing the same shoes, just a larger size.

Every time that child crossed my line of sight, I had to stop and look carefully. And then I spotted the parents of the child. Let's just say that the mother did not look happy and, within about an hour, there was an almighty row break out with her screaming at her husband. They left before I could get dragged into it, thankfully, as there was no way on earth she would have believed that I hadn't ever set eyes on her husband before going by the shrieks of rage at the poor bastard.

Apparently, my doppelganger is a textile artist who lives in Bristol. I was told we sound the same too. I live nowhere near Bristol, and definitely not an artist!

In my early twenties I was in a relationship with a 6' 5" Scotsman, who I lived with for a few years. Around 3 years after we had broken up, my best friend (who had also known the boyfriend well) and I happened to spot him doing some Christmas shopping in town.

It was a busy city centre shopping area, so despite being only a few metres away from him, I called his name quite loudly, several times. I felt a little miffed that he was either ignoring me, or couldn't hear me calling him, but having parted on good terms and having been his "other half" for more than 3 years, I had no qualms about walking up to him and throwing my arms around his middle (I'm a shortarse who only ever reached his mid-chest) whilst exclaiming (fondly!); "It's great to see you, Sean, you miserable old bastard!"

I felt his body stiffen (no, not like that...), and he placed his hands firmly on my shoulders and pushed me away from himself, whilst he looked down at me with his face an expression of shock and total confusion.

"Can I help you?" he asked. "Errr, hello? It's me - Betsy..." I replied. My brain was starting to register something odd. "I'm sorry..." he started, then I realised - he had completely lost all trace of his very strong Scottish accent!

"What's happened to your voice, Sean?" I asked, as my best friend continued to look on in confusion.

"My name is Jonathan," came his response.

"Oh. Right. Sorry then. Thought you were someone else." I stuttered as I grabbed for my friend and she carefully steered me away in the opposite direction!

I was absolutely mortified - I had been utterly convinced that he was the man I'd slept next to each night for more than 3 years, when in reality, he was a complete stranger! He looked SO like my ex, even when I had been up really close to his face that in spite of the humiliation still heating my entire face, there was still a part of my brain which refused to be convinced and was still thinking he was just teasing me (thank God for my friend managing to 'talk me down')! I remember sitting having a strong coffee in a (not too) nearby café afterwards, and eventually concluding to my friend: “I should have known, he smelled totally different to Sean…” Oh God.

I had never really considered doppelgangers until then, but his man truly was a perfect match for the “original”! I still go hot all over when I think of me hugging that mountain of stranger, and of course the fact that after having done that, I then called him by the wrong name and walked away without giving him even a simple explanation! Arrrgh, I’m going to keep having the horrors each time the memory waves at the edges of my consciousness for the next few days!

Last christmas, Asda was selling a kids t-shirt and trouser set with a black and white photo of my dd on the front. (Obviously it wasnt) one of my friends, unbeknown to me bought the outfit for my dd because of the resemblance. She had to stop wearing it because so many people stopped her to ask where she'd had it done, thinking it was a photo of her that she'd had printed on a tshirt.

There’s a documentary called Three Identical Strangers that makes for fascinating (and sad) viewing.

My DD served an Australian family who told her she was the double of their deceased niece/granddaughter. Everything from hair, features and mannerisms. DD was in college studying towards the same career as the deceased girl was. Turned out they shared the same first and middle names. Very strange.

That doc Was extraordinary !!

It happens repeatedly that people tell me (servers in shops etc) - oh there's a girl in (my town) that looks really like you!! I've never seen her however. Maybe it's a case of not recognising yourself as other people see you? Because I must have seen her at some point and not thought that she looks like me.

A few years ago I went to a concert and stayed overnight in a hostel. In the communal area, a young woman rushed over to me and started speaking in German. I said, 'Sorry, what?' and she looked uncertain, and said in English, 'I said, what are you doing here? I didn't know you were coming'. I said, 'I'm really sorry but I don't think I know you'. She was absolutely gobsmacked that I wasn't her friend from Germany.

When my sister went on holiday to Spain one year she bumped into someone who looked identical to our dad. She took some pictures with him, and no-one could believe it wasn't actually our dad in the photos, even my mum was shocked, she thought we were playing a joke and had used photoshop

I walked into a car museum once and there on the wall advertising it was was a huge photo of DS, except it wasn't him at all.