A few years ago I had a party at my house, and there was a woman there that I didn’t know, but I felt like I knew her. To be clear, I knew that she worked with a group of people I had invited, but I didn’t know her. Yet, it was a strange feeling, a thousand miles past deja vu. Maybe I had seen her somewhere before, but I couldn’t place it.
When that thought came to me I was talking to some other people, so I shrugged it off for the time being. The party had just begun, and I figured we’d meet soon enough. A little while later a trash can became full, so I took the bag out of the can and walked it to a garbage can outside by a detached garage. I put the bag in the can and turned around, only to be startled to see the woman standing there.
“How do I know you,” she asked.