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what are the odds

There I was on the flight from Montreal to Detroit on my eventual way to Tampa. On business trips I sometimes talk to the person next to me and sometimes I don’t and I suppose it depends on the willingness of both people to chat.

His name was William and he is a biomedical industry scientist helping to develop drugs that help people battle certain cancers and other diseases.

So we bantered back and forth at the beginning and then took a bit of a break. Near the end of the flight the conversation began to flow better and then I found out we were exactly the same age. He married at age 40 and has no kids. I talked a little more about my life as well.

We exchanged first names and then he told me where he went to high school which was also my school. Then he looked at me and asked me if I was (insert my male name here) and then the light bulb went off. We were in the same grade of the same school and hadn’t seen each other since 1979 but there we were sitting on a flight to Detroit side by side.

Turns out that William is a perfectly lovely fellow and even though we didn't hang out with the same groups we did overlap quite a lot in high school. He has been living in San Diego for the last 25 years but he has Montreal in his veins and wants to come back. His parents are both living and still live here.

Needless to say we exchanged emails and plan to keep in touch but what I kept thinking was: what are the odds.


Detroit McNamara Airport

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  1. I had a similar experience that is fun to relate. Several years ago when I was part of a start-up we had a group dinner with spouses invited. My wife and I sat with our VP Sales and his wife, Barbara, whom I'd never met. We had a nice conversation that gradually drifted back to our pasts. Suddenly, Barbara and I looked at each other as she exclaimed "You're _____!" (my male name) and I said, "Barbie? !!!" She was my best friend's girlfriend in high school, and with more than 25 years since we'd seen each other we just hadn't recognized each other until that moment.

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  2. yep same type of experience here!

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  3. That type of experience is incredible! Definitely a first, and a good thing for you both. I doubt it will ever happen to me, as I haven't transitioned. But I love hearing about such things.

    Hugs to both of you!

    Mandy

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  4. oh I wasn't in female mode Mandy. I was in male mode and I am not officially transitioning either.

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  5. Me too, Mandy! Like Joanna I am not transitioning either and was in full male mode... :-) It was so funny when that experience happened. To have sat there across the table, talking, and having fun for maybe 45 minutes before we both suddenly recognized each other!

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  6. Yay, then it could happen to me, too! Super!

    There are a couple folks from my past I'd love to meet that way. I apologize for incorrectly thinking you both were dressed en femme. My bad...


    Hugs,

    Mandy

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  7. No bad at all, Mandy! No harm, no foul, whatsoever. I hope this happens to you. In fact, I can tell you both of another time.

    In the mid-80s I was hired by a large company to be a sales engineer in the Silicon Valley. The HR guy was very helpful and nice, and I knew him for the three years I was there. Fast forward ten years, I was in marketing for another company, on a business trip in Boston. One morning I was taking the hotel elevator down to the lobby for breakfast, and there he was in the elevator too! We had a nice time catching up on what we'd both been up to.

    I'll tell you, I'm always looking around, no matter where I am, to see if I recognize people. You never know and it's such a fun experience.

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  8. We're going to have to call you Hawkeye!

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