The Time I Met My Look-alike
Though my face is not too common, I have now and then met
people with whom I share a facial resemblance. None of that felt eventful
enough to write about, until recently when I bumped into a lookalike of mine
in a train journey. What I want to share is not the surprise of meeting a
doppelganger but some of the things that I learnt through him.
So, I was taking a three hour train journey to home once.
The seats were full and I was standing in the corridor space between the seats.
It was a passenger train and my compartment was not a sleeper compartment. It
meant that there were just rows of seats facing each other at my waist height
with no middle or upper berths. So when I stood I could look around and see the
whole compartment without any obstructions in my line of sight except for the
fellow passengers.
Then at a particular station a group of people who all seemed
to be family boarded the train. There were women and men, both old and young
besides a few children and teenagers. In total, there were about 10 or 15
members in that group of relatives. They probably were going to attend some
family function or were returning from one. They all assumed standing positions
in front of me on the other side of the door at scattered locations.
Now, when I travel alone, I usually get a bit bored and
horny. I am not sure if the latter arises out of the former or if they both
occur independently of each other. So, what I do is that I seek out female
passengers around me and take the pleasure of looking at the ones I find
attractive or do-able. I would never behave inappropriately or cause
disturbance to them by staring. I just fantasise about seducing them and having
sex with them. When I select my fantasy partners I don't really care about
their age or marital status as long as they are attractive to me. Sometimes
when I look at those women, our eyes would strike and I keep returning my look
to see if it was just an accident or if they are checking me out too.
Usually there is no sure way to find out if they are looking
at me too. After all, we are in the finite space of a train compartment and its
only normal that our lines of sight may cross each other while trying to kill
time with nothing much to do. Also, I suspect that sometimes a woman gets
flattered that she is being looked on by a nice guy and she may be trying to
confirm that suspicion. It doesn't mean she is interested, it just means that
she is reassuring herself of her looks. But while all this happens, my brain
will be reprocessing memories of the stories in the porn magazines I read, of
how a guy got lucky with a stranger woman and of the tales told by my friends
about slutty women they know. So I look at them with hopeful eyes, but nothing
ever happens beyond looking. I kind of give the vibe of a decent and innocent
guy and I assume these thirsty looks mostly go unnoticed by the woman and
others around me.
So, I did my usual thing and scooped around for a woman to
look at, in the newly arrived group of relatives. I tried to grab eye contact
with the two teen girls in the group but they rarely looked my way. Then I
found a young married woman in the group. I found her sexy. I glanced at her a
bit and felt like she was throwing glances at me too. Maybe she was reassuring
herself that she was still attractive despite starting to age. I didn't care as
long as I could exchange glances with her till we departed.
Then as I was going about with this, a guy entered the
compartment at a station. He stood right next to me and I instantly noticed
that he looked very much like me. We both were of the same height, had the same
physique, skin tone, hair, face everything! He even had the exact same nose
which I always thought was something unique to me. He might have been a bit
younger. I thought of talking to him and discussing how much we resembled each
other. He also seemed to have noticed the similarity as he too looked at me a
few times with curiosity. I thought I should take a photo with him and then
post it to facebook to amuse my friends.
A few minutes passed and I decided against speaking to him.
I guess it felt a bit weird to suddenly talk to someone and to say to him that we
looked the same. I looked around and wondered if the people around were also
thinking that we looked like twins. I liked the shirt that he was wearing. It
was exactly the kind of shirt that I would like to buy. I felt that he might be
a little more handsome than me. Then I glanced at his toes through his sandals,
and assured myself that my toes were better looking.
Then I found the biggest similarity between us. He was also
throwing glances at the young married woman that I was looking at till then. It
seemed that we both had similarity in character, level of horniness and the
type of women. I noticed that she was returning his glances too. I felt that I
should step out and let them carry on. I looked away and yawned as if I no
longer cared about her. There were a few people between us and the woman, which
occasionally obstructed the view. I wondered if she got me confused with him,
as she may not be able to see both of us together at the same time. Anyway, my look alike was looking at her with
the sexual thirst in his eyes that was all too familiar to me. When I observed
him, I realised that this was exactly how I looked when I was throwing discreet
glances to women. He, like me, probably thought that he was being discreet,
while it was all too obvious to anyone who looked, that the guy was fishing for
the woman.
I felt embarrassed about all the times I did the same thing
thinking that my nice guy persona made me free from suspicion from others as to
how horny I was. But this was an eye-opener. Standing beside my look-alike like
a mirror reflection, I realised that I was not nearly as smart and cunning as I
thought I was. (Sigh)
