Sam=Stacey?

Ok, it's official. I am a magnet for the bizarre! It was a typical Monday night at a karaoke bar in the West Village, when something unusual happened (or maybe it's not so unusual since something similar happened to me a few weeks ago!)

My friend Gavin and I were singing our hearts out to Stevie Wonder's "Part Time Lover" and Spandau Ballet's "True", when I noticed out of the corner of my eye some guy was taking my pic. At first, I assumed he thought I was Gisele, but eventually he came up and told me I look exactly like his friend Stacey who lives in L.A. Of course he got Stacey on the phone and we had a nice little heart to heart, coast to coast...and that was that!

Until the same guy (his name was Bryan) came up to me while Gavin was in the bathroom (smooth, Bryan!) and gave me a napkin with a mysterious message written on it: 

Translation: Your twin Stacey is coming From L.A. Sunday. She wants to meet you-Call me. -Bryan

Did Bryan really want me to meet Stacey? Or was was this his sneaky way of slipping me his number? Is this how the boys are picking up chicks in 2011? Come on, at least ask me my sign! That is a hot topic nowadays.

In any case, I'll be in Paris Sunday (I LOVE the sound of that!) so I won't be able to meet Stacey, but she sounds absolutely gorgeous! I'll be sad to miss her. Although I'm sure I'll be too busy stuffing my face with crepes and trying on berets to care!