Last time we were here we spoke about my ex-girlfriend Helen, whom I hadn’t seen in four years before meeting again at a party by accident. So I approach her, say hey, and she pretends like she doesn’t even notice me. I asked what she was doing there, thoroughly confused about it as I was studying in neither our native town nor the one where she went to university, and as far as I knew she didn’t know where I lived. We actually hadn’t spoken at all for the last four years, but I still expected her to at least remember me, which made the next moment all the more jarring. Helen turned to me, glared at me and asked “Excuse me, do I know you?” in the most bitchy tone that you can possibly imagine. And I say “It’s me! It’s Liam! Don’t you remember? We used to date!” And she just looks around, as if she’s searching for the hidden cameras, and asks me if this is some kind of joke. I tried to desperately assure her that this wasn’t a joke, that I had no idea why she wouldn’t remember me. It turns into a huge deal, and ultimately I just have to leave with my tail between my legs, confused and, honestly, a little scared.

So I went home, a few days pass, but this feeling that something is horribly wrong keeps nagging at me. I read a bit online about memory loss, and I realized that certain conditions and diseases can cause memory loss, but we’re talking really serious, life-threatening stuff, like aneurysms bursting in the brain. That made me all the more worried about my ex-girlfriend, so I decided to call my mom, explain to her what had happened and ask her to track down and speak to Helen’s mom. A few more days pass before I received a response. Helen was fine – no aneurysm had burst, her memory wasn’t affected in any way, she was the same old Helen. But weirdest of all, she also hadn’t left the town in which she was studying recently. So what the hell?

It took another conversation with the bitchy Helen, and some investigation by my mom, to find out the truth. When my ex-girlfriend was born, she unexpectedly had an identical twin. Her mom, who was single at the time, thought that she couldn’t take care of two children, so she gave one up for adoption. The two sisters, separated at birth like in the movie “Twinsters”, proceeded to then live almost entirely similar lives, right up to dating a guy named Liam in high school. Sadly, I wish to say that the story ended with the sister reuniting, but alas, even all those years later they still haven’t met, at least to my knowledge. Thanks to me meeting both of them they’re aware of each other, but neither has expressed an interest in meeting the other. Still, the sheer fact that something like this could possibly happen is insane, and yet it did. But hey, it makes for one hell of a story!

This one’s one of my favourites, and a worthy way of launching this site! I love it for so many reasons that it’s just impossible not to share! Okay, so this story started back in 2002, when I was a high schooler. Let me tell you, I was a pretty dumb 15-year-old – ever seen a person who went to parties, but never socialized with more than 2-3 people? That’s 15-year-old me, right there. A friend would say “Hey, let’s go out for the night, John is throwing a party at his place”, and I’d say “Sure” literally just because I wanted to get out of the house. So go to John’s place (not really John, but I’ll be changing everyone’s names in my stories anyway – anonymity is important), we hang out, play some “Goldeneye” on his old N64, have a fun time.

And then I see her. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life. Fiery red hair, deep, green eyes like emeralds, ivory skin, and just a few freckles across her nose. She’s brilliant, way out of my league. So I turn to my friend (let’s call him Mark) and ask “Who’s this lady?” and he says “Forget it, dude, that’s Helen, she’s set to go into Harvard, way out of your league”. Helen was 17 at the time, sitting to our side at the table and drinking on her own, looking in the distance. So I tell Mark that he has to be the wingman of the century and score me Helen’s phone number. And I’ll be damned if the guy didn’t deliver!

To make a long story short, it turns out that I totally clicked with the girl who was supposedly out of my league, and a few weeks after the party we officially became a couple. We had a wonderful relationship for about 8 months before she had to leave for university. She didn’t manage to get into Harvard, but she was still accepted into a very high-profile school while I had to leave for college. We decided that a long-distance relationship just wasn’t going to work out for us, and as such agreed to part on good terms – no hard feelings, it was just life that got in the way. It happens.

Four years later, I was a second year in university and was, as usual on a Friday evening, at a party. I have to say that college really helped me open up, so at that party I was actively having fun with people I’d never met before. We’re chatting, enjoying a beer, having a discussion about something or another, and then she comes in. That fiery hair. Those deep eyes. Even the freckles. There’s no way I couldn’t possibly recognize Helen. Every single little detail, right down to her favourite clothing style (jeans and a blouse) was a match. So the guys see me staring at her, and one of them just goes “Forget it, man, that’s Helen. She’s way out of your league”, and I just say “Dude, that’s my ex! I’m gonna go say hi!” So I go… And she pretends like she doesn’t even know me. The reason for this may surprise you.

To Be Continued.

Hey, everyone! My name is Liam Randall, but you might know me as “That guy at every party who’s always got an awesome story”. Yes, it’s true – I feel like I’m some kind of magnet for weird, funny or downright creepy situations, because they’ve followed me throughout my entire life. Ever since I was a kid I keep finding myself into things that usually only happen to people once or twice in their lifetime. I’m not trying to stroke my own ego and tell you that my life is more interesting than yours or anything, I’m just being honest. Actually, if I was to be perfectly frank, I didn’t even know that my life was strange until I began partying in my late teens and everyone was just captivated by my stories. I’m an adult now, and, just like the father from “Big Fish”, the stories just keep following me. The only difference between us is that, well, mine are totally true, for the most part. Sometimes I tend to oversimplify things for narrative reasons, but let me tell you, if I say something happened, then it happened! In other words, welcome to “Short Stories Out Of My Life”! I hope you enjoy the ride!