Don't be sorry I am not Miyako

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This morning, the sun was out and bright. I like that because it meant I could wear my big sunglasses and so therefore hide my face. Yes, that's how big my sunglasses are. Walking on the street, some guy was walking towards me with a big smile, so I was smiling too. He looks Japanese.

Some guy: Miyako?
Me: I'm sorry.
Some guy: Miyako?
Me: I'm sorry.
Some guy, who is about 5'11 ft tall is now motioning his head trying to look underneath my big sunglasses to see my face as if thinking, "I know you. Why are you hiding underneath this big sunglasses? Let me see your face."

Ahh the disappointment when I took off my sunglasses. Smiling, he said, "I'm sorry, I thought you were my friend." So we parted ways.
Walking back, I thought to myself, "Why do we stop at moments like this in gaining new friends? Or even just an acquaintance?"

Next time I have my sunglasses on and someone mistakes me for someone else, it will be a different story. I'm thinking it will go like this:

Some person: Miyako?
Me: I'm sorry, I'm not Miyako.
Some person: Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were my friend.
Me: Oh don't be. I'm January. Nice to meet you.
Some person: Oh nice to meet you too. (He or she will probably say his/her true name or not and would probably think I am weird or just plain nice)

Either way, the story will end like this: We will be shaking hands and say, "Well, have a good day!" as we wave each other good bye.

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