You don’t know what I look like. If you’ve read really closely, maybe you have a tiny sense. But here:
All my life, I’ve been told I look JUST like… someone. First, it was Tom Hanks.
Then John McEnroe.
Then, Howie Mandel.
At 25, I went bald. And put on weight. And Seinfeld was big. For a long time, it was George Costanza.
Then, I lost weight, and suddenly, for a moment, it was Bruce Willis.
But that didn’t last long: soon, it was Gary Sinise.
That prevailed for a few years and was the most intense: people said it to me constantly, and on more than one occasion, I was actually mistaken for him.
I never particularly saw any of those resemblances, good or bad. I looked in the mirror and I just saw… me.
A few years ago, I grew a beard, for the first time. The Gary Sinise thing ended. Overnight. And since then, for the first time, I never hear sentences that begin, “You look just like….”
I can’t say I really miss it – I only just really noticed it now (when I saw Howie Mandel on an ad).