When we got to our hotel room for our first night as a married couple, my wife slowly whispered, “Close your eyes, I have a surprise that will mark this day forever.”
Then, I heard 3 knocks on the door. As I opened my eyes, I was shaken to see standing right in front of me… a man. Tall, stocky, with a shaved head and wearing a wrinkled blue polo shirt. He looked about my age—mid-30s—but there was something about his face that stopped me cold.
He looked like me. Not in that “Oh, we both have beards” kind of way. I mean, same nose. Same chin. Even the same uneven left eyebrow that I’ve always hated in photos.
