On Dopplegangers

My graduate school occasionally has these mix-y, mingle-y type events for graduate students. You know, the awkward kind at walkable-distance bars where people don't know each other well enough to really drink together, and the food is far too messy (but too good not to) eat in front of people you don't know. 
I sat next to this real cute girl and she was so sweet and bubbly and social. Turns out we had a class together. So I turn to her and I'm like OH MY GOSH, I know who your doppleganger is. You look EXACTLY like each other. And I proceed to tell her all about how she looks just like that annoying girl who talks too much in class. And she goes who? Oh, you know. The one who sits like right up front. Against the wall. She kind of squirms and goes, "yeah, I think I know who you mean. I guess we do look alike." 
So I walk into class this week with a little extra pep in my step, excited that there's someone I actually know and like in class to talk to--yay balls! 
And then she sits down. 
In the front row. 
Against the wall. 

And that my friends, is how I spent my first graduate school socializer talking to a girl about how annoying her doppleganger was...but there was no doppleganger. It was just her.