Everyone has a story like this, that just proves that the world is, in fact, small. I'm curious to hear yours but first lemme share mine.
I've been on MC for about a year now and made some amazingly good friends. Most recently I've become rather close with Hilsbro (w00t w00t), and we started talking because we found out we live in the same city. After talking over IM for a while, we exchanged phone numbers and talk about once a day. From that, we found out that not only do we live in the same city but we live up the street from each other. I ended up spending New Years Eve at his house with a bunch of his friends, and his parents took me home after the festivities ended. They asked which house was mine on the street and I told them.
Now, before I go any further, you must understand my house and the randomness about it. It was my father's house, before his it was my grandparents' house, and before that it was orange groves. My parents have been divorced since 1993, and I used to visit my father every weekend. I had fun, we'd go swimming with the kids across the street, I'd play with my friends, stay up late, but it wasn't perfect for a lot of reasons I won't go into here. I finally stopped visiting my father in about 1998 and I didn't hear from him since. In 2006, I got an email from someone I didn't know with the title of my father's full name...it was from a lawyer representing my grandmother's estate, and he was to inform me that my father was dead and as the closest living relative in this state, the house was mine. I moved in with my mom, stepdad, and siblings in late 2006 and we've been here since.
I pointed out which house was mine on the street after a short explaination about how I moved there and Hilsbro's mom gasped.
"Wait, was your dad the guy with the back injury?" she asked.
"Yeah, that was him," I laughed.
"I remember him!" his dad said as his mom gasped again. "Wait a second, you're his daughter? I remember you too, when you were little! You went swimming with us across the street!" she said excitedly.
Hisbro's mouth fell open and he turned to me in the back seat. "Oh my god, I remember swimming with you!"
So my "new" friend is actually my old friend from when I was little. And we're friends again now, both with Disney fetishes, and we met via MiceChat.
What are your stories???