We're continuing on in that Al Green groove...
Today I saw somebody
Who looked just like you
She walked like you do
I thought it was you
As she turned the corner
I called out your name
I felt so ashamed
When it wasn't you
This actually happened to me. It happened in the Ramstein AB Exchange and the girl I thought I saw was this woman, my partner in a semi-crime. Or a lapse in good judgment. Whatevah. The woman who was my case o' mistaken identity looked at me with a mixture of confusion, fear, and god-only-knows what else when I touched her sleeve and whispered "Claudine?" At which point in time I realized I had f*cked up, Big-Time. I backed away... beet-red of face and stammering apologies... feelin' like the total dork that I WAS. God only knows (again) what would have happened if it HAD been Claudine. There was a point in time when I was totally in love with that woman but that was before I met The Second Mrs. Pennington, who I was married to when the Ramstein BX event occurred. Thangs just might have gotten completely out o' control, given the fact I was TDY to Ramstein at the time and at loose ends for the next week.
BTW... it wasn't unreasonable of me to think Claudine might have been in Ramstein, as it was only a couple o' years previous when she and her husband PCS'ed there. Yeah, her husband... our 18-month affair was slightly before I got religion in the form of the usual, customary, and reasonable moral standards.
In other news... We cut our al fresco Happy Hour short, given the fact it's clouded over and rather cool outside. But we're continuing as we've begun... inside.