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So the other day a woman I just met said to me in a matter of fact kind of way, that we had been in contact before.  Over a house. 

We have? I said, surprised. 

Yes, via email she confirmed and she started reading her email exchange with me from her phone.  

Doesn't ring a bell, I said searching my brain for some long forgotten memory.  

Yes, she insisted and showed me a picture of myself on her phone. 

The picture was of an Asian woman taken a bit from afar, but it wasn't me.  A familiar awkward feeling came over me.  

That's not me, I told her. 

She showed me the name of the woman as it was saved on her phone. 

This woman had my exact name. 

Definitely weird.