In my late teens, I used to have a doppelgänger
 in Dublin who happened to be a girl* and a fine looking thing she was too. After hearing about her for months, we chanced to be at the same nightclub and she was pointed out to me - really the spitting image, I have to admit.
Read into this what you will and I know what you will, hence the - slight! - shame (but not very
much if I'm honest), at the time, in the circumstances and out of curiosity? I would have.
Alas, cruel Fate, presumably to prevent a matter-antimatter detonation which would have meant the end of the Universe, had other ideas =)* Called April apparently, the month of my birth...(cue: Twighlight Zone music).