“I never got to be in the middle except for perhaps a car ride.”
It’s 1986, I’m dating, but nothing serious. My phone rings and it’s my friend and next door neighbor from childhood asking me if I want to go on a blind date with her mother’s college roommate’s daughter. I hesitate, but when I find out she is an identical twin, my heart starts to race. Every guy’s dream . . . to be in the middle of identical twins! I needed more info – I was 33 and an attorney for 8 years and had to get details.
Her name was Amy, she was 26, and lived in New York City. All physical descriptions met my needs “really pretty, super nice, good family, good personality, and even had a job.” Needless to say, it sounded great. Unfortunately, I received another call from my neighbor . . . Amy had a new boyfriend and thought it was “getting serious”. It was like having a sure shot in a horse race and when you went to place your bet, you found out the horse was scratched. Fortunately, with horse #1, sometimes there is a #1A. In this case, #1A was the identical twin. I was a little disappointed but was reassured that the identical twin was also a winner. Well, the date was set. I drove to New York City. It seemed the description fit. Unfortunately, the date ended at 8:30 and it was o.k., but not perfect for either of us. I gave it a second chance and called Carrie, the twin, for a second date. Surprisingly, she said yes and the rest is history. It’s 29 years later and no … I never got to be in the middle except for perhaps a car ride.