Dear Robin Roberts. Thank you for being awesome. Because if you were a numpty, this would be a different kind of letter.
Dear Robin Roberts –
This is a weird kind of thank you letter. And it rambles - much like I tend to - but it does have a point so please bear with me.
A little more than a year ago Husband and I decided to move from California to Nashville, TN. We came out for a long weekend to find a house and within hours of landing, I got my first double take followed by my first “Has anyone ever told you that you look like Robin Roberts?”
The whole time we were out here, everywhere we went I was told I looked like you. Folks were so friendly and so eager to chat with me - solely because of my resemblance to you. And chat with me they did. I was stopped a lot!
On our trip home, our plane had a mechanical issue and we ended up having a rather scary emergency landing back at Nashville airport. Despite the drama of ‘almost’ dying, Husband and I had a bizarrely good time while we were waiting in line waiting to get rerouted. Everyone on the flight stopped to check me out, making sure I wasn’t you. Then, even after confirming I wasn’t you, several folks took pictures with me and posted them on their Facebook pages captioning them, “Me and Robin Roberts at the Nashville Airport. LOL”
The thing I find so fascinating is that while we share some characteristics, we really do not look alike. Apparently there is something in our faces, in our smiles that make folks think it could be you in Target or on the way into Costco or heading into the bathroom. And folks are so anxious, so happy to share with me that little bit of resemblance to you, to have a moment with me that make them feel like they’ve had a moment with you.
In the year that we’ve been living in Nashville I have been getting “Did anyone tell you that you look like Robin Roberts?” or ‘spotted’ and pointed out at least once a week and it always made me smile, every single time. And then my hair grew out. I’m currently sporting a rather messy attempt at twists. Sadly, this meant I was no longer getting “Robin Roberts?” every time I went out. Husband started calling me Criss Cross and just last week I was compared to - and this one hurt - Chris Kirkpatrick! I’m sure he’s a lovely man but getting mistaken for him is really not as nice of a compliment as “Did anyone tell you that you look like Robin Roberts?”
I was settling in for a lifetime of being my boring old self again and then, Saturday night, sitting at the bar with Husband, a woman passed me, did a double take and then kept walking. “She thinks I’m Robin Roberts.” I whispered to Husband. We laughed and kept on with our evening. Ten minutes later, the woman came back, clinked her glass to mine, smiled and said, “Goodnight, Robin Roberts!” She made my night and ‘you’ made hers.
My point? I just wanted to take a moment to thank you, Robin Roberts. Thank you for being the kind of person people are so very happy to think they know, to think they’ve spotted. Thank you for being such a warm personality that people smile when they think they’ve seen you, and still smile when they know I’m not you. Thank you for making my day - my year really - just by being you! And thank you for not being a numpty.
“No I’m not Robin Roberts. Yes, I have been told I look like her” ~ ej
My name is ej. I'm a girl. I say that because with the short hair and the short initials, folks aren't always sure. More brilliant insights to who I am in About me