Dating back to that fateful November morning in 10th grade, when a substitute teacher, so flabbergasted by my given name (which is admittedly pretty long, intimidating, and even contains a "Z"), looked up to see what freakshow could possibly have such a name and uttered what would be one of the defining characteristics of my adult life: "Has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like Chandler
?", I have had numerous similar experiences in my life*. Many a family member, friend, complete stranger, random W Hotel
valet, drunk tourists in Vegas at 3 AM on New Years Eve (I even posed for pictures with them, faking myself as Matthew Perry) has made this similar observation, but it had been at least three to four months since the last random person told me I beared a strange resemblence to the famously neurotic and, until he shacked up with Courtney Cox, potentially ambigously gay sitcom character. However, all that changed today, my first day on my new surgery rotation at a different county hospital on the general surgery team, when after charming a lovely middle-aged Israeli women and her hernia-containing son, she stopped me and said with a thick accent: "Ehhhh...has anyone ever told you you look ehhh exactly like ehhh Chandler?"
Now, you may be thinking to yourself, "Why on Earth doesn't this woman-deprived young man use this celebrity resemblance to his advantage, since there has to be at least some women who find Chandler attractive (at least more so than Ross)?" Well, I'll provide a cautionary tale as to what happens when you try this maneuver and it goes wrong, as it did one fateful Saturday evening at an undergraduate party my sophomore year, and see if you can discern why I have chosen not to pursue this line of female pursuit. My friend wanted to introduce me to some girl at this party, so I saunter up there and introduce myself, after which my friend goes to the girl, "Hey, guess which TV character he looks like!". She looked at me for a moment, became suddenly disinterested, and responded, "Uhh...George Costanza
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is getting shot down.
Apologies for the complete lack of medical school-related content in this post - I just felt like sharing.
*That has to be a record for me and run-on sentences.