Since then, there'd be folks who tell me that they'd seen me somewhere in the metropolis at a certain time, and I swear I was never there. (Or maybe they saw my brother; people mistake us for twins sometimes.) The closest encounter I ever had to seeing someone who resembled me was a picture in the newspaper, of a hunky guy who was a member of a dragon boat team. I kept the pic for a time, perhaps to prep me for an off-and-on gym crusade a decade later, until it decomposed at will in my wallet.
Last night, my eight year-old niece came up to me with a 2007 calendar from National Bookstore. She said in Filipino, "Uncle, he looks like you." She was pointing to an image of one of the models in the calendar and, yes, me and the guy in the pic could be mistaken for brothers.
I just find it fascinating how, despite the bazillion combinations genes could make in coming up with a unique individual, a lotto number gets drawn and voila! Instant distant unrelated twin. My cousin had a personal encounter with her ersatz twin in an elevator of all places, and she swears the experience was bizarre. I don't know how I'd handle it if ever it happens to me.