I went out tonight for a friends birthday. While on the dance floor, someone told me I looked like Gillian Anderson. While a comment like that may have annoyed most people, I'm rarely ever told that I look like someone, so I appreciated the comparison.
I thanked him and moved along. I had dancing to do and time was running short.
The bar closed, and I called a Lyft home. While talking to the driver he randomly said "You're from Oklahoma, aren't you?"
"Huh? No..." I responded. "Why?"
"You just look like you're from Oklahoma. I know a lot of people from there, and you look like them."
"Well, there are a lot of white people in Oklahoma..."
"No, it's not that! He insisted. Not just that. They have a certain look. A certain bone structure. Are you sure you're not from Oklahoma?"
"Yeah, pretty sure. I'm from here."
He almost looked as though he didn't believe me.
"Where are you from?" I asked - a question I don't always feel comfortable asking someone with an accent, but felt that it was more than appropriate at this point in the conversation.
"Pakistan," He said. "But I've been here for 15 years."
I realized people probably tell him he looks like he's from this place or that all the time. Maybe he just thinks that's how people make conversation.
I said goodbye and thanked him for the ride. I looked in the mirror when I came home, maybe to check to see if Scully in a cowboy hat would be staring back. But it was just me; tired, drunk, Lorraine from San Francisco.
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